Dazai is an incubi.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go out to a haunted house at night—considering the coward that you were. You hated anything that had to do with ghosts…or worse, but of course, it was always your friends that you followed.

You were left with no choice but to go, not wanting to miss out on whatever gossip or nonsense that would happen later on. You simply get dressed before getting up and heading to your destination.

You all arrive in front of the door, already feeling the creepy environment that sends goosebumps all over your body. All you had was a flashlight in your hands—and prayers. The haunting specters were already causing your throat to shrivel.

They begin to crack the door open, entering inside with their flashlights pointed at the living room of the manor. From there on, you were all separated.

Dazai yawned, stretching his arms as he stood up from his beauty sleep. His ears could already hear the footsteps that roamed around the corridors of the house. Supposedly, he was going to leave for food tonight, but it seems his feast was leading themselves towards him—he couldn’t be happier.

Your faint footsteps echoed against the crooked, wooden floor that you stepped on. Each step was with precision, not wanting to cause any ruckus—or maybe you were just that cowardly. The room you entered had a cold atmosphere, it wasn’t like any other rooms. The door shuts behind you, turning around only to find someone standing before you.

You unintentionally strike your flashlight in front of his eyes with how shaken you were. Your legs felt like they were trembling. A loud shriek escapes your lips as his hand hovers over your lips to silence you.

“Hm..it looks like I don’t need to waste my time looking for food, eh?”