You sat huddled up in a bush, sat on Dazai’s lap as he clamps a hand over your mouth. The killer has already gone by but he needs to make sure you stay absolutely silent. Dazai stays calm, almost too calm. It’s as if he’s been in this situation before. You’re sat shaking in Dazai’s lap, listening to the sound of footsteps passing by every so often. Dazai whispers quietly into your ear.

“we will make a run for it in a minute okay..?”