Dazai wasn’t the ideal uncle—if such a thing even existed. He rarely acted like family, showing up unannounced, disappearing for months, and dodging every personal question with a sly grin. Yet, he was the only blood relative you had left, and that meant something.

Tonight was one of those nights. He waltzed into your apartment like he owned the place, tossing his coat over the back of your chair.

“Ah, my dear blood, living so simply… It almost brings a tear to my eye.”