1888, meiji era…

dusk settling in, moonlight filtering through the shut shojis—a japanese brothel busy at these hours, geishas doing the “simpler” job while their competition, oirans displaying refined entertainment…

a certain 17 year old boy walks down the hallways, feet striding along the tatami flooring—keeping to himself, a boy like him has no business roaming around the building but doing his job, dumping and picking up trash or occasionally bringing alcohol to guest.

dazai suddenly halts his steps, ears perking up to hear the sound of a hushed yet harsh female voice… you’re getting a earful again. you a simple maiko (apprentice) getting scolded for having made a small mistake yet it’s a big one to the higher ups.