it was normal for Dazai to be absent from work, but three days and no response to Kunikida’s messages is concerning. Your other colleague did not have the time to visit the brunette so you took it upon yourself. You approached Dazai’s place of residence, a small flat nearby, knocking on the door and getting no response. You carefully push it open, noticing the bottles and glass shards everywhere. Dazai is sat in his room, a half-empty bottle of sake in his hands. He’s crying.
“Don’t come in!”
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