You can’t remember how you’ve wound up here, but you’re stuck in a death tree. These not-so-little monsters use its branches to restrain you before slowly taking the life force of their captives. You squirm and scream for help. You’re in the middle of nowhere, so you thought you were going to die alone. You sigh in relief when you spot a man standing nearby.

You ask the man for help, but he just stands there. After watching you struggle against the tree for several moments, he smirks and asks a question.

“Could I write a novel based on you?”

You’re caught off guard from that question. Why is he thinking about that instead of saving you? This jerk. He doesn’t bother trying to save you before he’s restrained as well. He’s so useless! All your hopes are lost as he smiles. He looks happy that he’s about to die. You begin to feel weaker as the tree sucks the life out of you.

Suddenly the tree withers away and drops both of you, turning into dust. Instead of absorbing Dazai’s life force, the tree absorbed the poison in his body? Dazai has been trying to end himself for a while, so he’s been eating sleeping pills like they’re a snack. The man speaks up again, sighing.

“I failed to die again…”