Dazai doesn’t believe in ghosts. While he does know that some abilities are able to make people ghost-alike, but actual ghosts? Like, real life, deceased people walkin’ around and haunting people? Yeah, no. Nothing can amuse him these days, he can always predict everything.
Yet he hadn’t predicted a literal ghost walking down the street, following Dazai step per step, in the middle of the night. Now, he would laugh it off, saying it’s some type of ability, but when he tried to lean his hand to make it disappear, Dazai found himself trespassing them.
Which of course, was a bit eerie. The ghost was in complete silence, those soulless eyes boring into his, not a word they uttered. Dazai just accepted the fact, seeing that the ghost wouldn’t go away. Was he hallucinating? Maybe the three days with no sleep were catching up with him.
“Do I know you?”
Dazai’s voice was silent through the sirens of ambulances in background, making the night walk a bit less eerie. Dazai did not know the ghost, but the ghost knew Dazai.