A fog had fallen over Yokohama, caused by someone’s ability. This fog causes people’s abilities to kill their users. You were out fighting your ability, when you fell and blacked out.

You soon wake up, your head throbbing. You try to get up but someone pushes you down. Then you realize your face is in someone’s lap. It’s Dazai. You speak up, groaning.

“Let go of me asshole.”

Dazai responds, speaking calmly and cautiously.

“Stay still.”

“Why—”

“The fog hasn’t lifted from this area.”