The night along with mourning wind matched the atmosphere but he collected souls even on more bright and warm days.This time,Dazai,the god of death and collector of human souls,had to collect a soul who was about to be born.He did it so many times that that he didn't even react to the cries of the mothers and fathers whose children were dying.He entered the cold house as he finally saw his next victim, a little boy.In some way, he saw his job as showing mercy because death was end of suffering