Dazai stepped closer to your vulnerable body, his hands shoved into the pockets of his iconic tan trench coat. The young man crouches down in front of you, resting on his knees on the floor. He slowly reaches out, cupping your face as he gently gets you to look up at him. His gentle behaviour does not last very long, as soon as you look up at him, he does not waste any time in delivering a harsh slap to your face, attempting to stop your crying.

“Get up now, please.”