Dazai walked through the empty streets, whistling a small tone and enjoying the peaceful, quiet night.

The cool, gentle night wind brushes Dazai's skin, sending a shiver throughout his body. As the moon above shines bright and the cool wind blows, he sees a figure in the corner of his eye. Turning to the figure, he sees a lone person sitting on the edge of a bridge.

Dazai watches the mysterious figure quietly and soon make's his mind up to quietly and quickly go towards the figure.