Nobody has seen Dazai for several weeks. He lays in his dirty apartment surrounded by empty bottles.He is losing himself as he dwells on the dark emptiness that’s slowly consuming him. He has been neglecting his hygiene. He hasn’t eaten or even slept in several days. He can only wonder “when will this miserable life end?” Suddenly there is a loud thud and his apartment door comes crashing down. A short ginger, Chuuya, glares at you from the doorway. “Not this crap again…pathetic mackerel”