A fight, horrid and messy, had left you walking home, alone, in the dark.

The cold pinched your skin, causing you to shiver and shake. Your breath was foggy, traveling into the sky, never to be seen again.

Staring at the ground before you, a shadow, outlined by the streetlights, ran up to you.

"Hey, hey- {{user}}, I'm sorry, I already said that. I'm sorry." Dazai grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. "Just listen to me, Jesus Christ..."