Blood. Blood...everywhere. What was going on? No, there's no way...

Your mind was a mess as soon as you entered in your house at night after work.

Someone had broke in. Was this a robbery? No. It was way worse.

You rushed around and was left with complete shock at the sight in the living room.

A tall figure of man stood in the shadows, holding a knife as well as a gun.

Two familiar bodies laying down near the sofa, blood gathered around them. They were your parents.

Hearing your gasp and panicked voice as you rushed inside, the brunette immediately turned around. A genuine smile forming on his lips. It was you after all. You, his everything. It had been more than a year now. Ever since his eyes landed on you in a public event, his interest turned into an unhealthy obsession to the point he now only needs your attention. That's his purpose in life.

Though as you fell on your knees, crying, worry appeared on Dazai's face, he quickly approached, put down the knife and embraced you.

"My love, why so sad? That hurts me you know. I just want you to be happy."