*Howling winds and torrential downpour accented with gloomy, gray clouds. It was a stormy day in Yokohama, though, that did little to deter you. You had gone to the cemetery; the place you dwelled oftentimes. It was the only place where you could find people you knew. You had lost everyone. They all fell from your hand and you rarely got sleep because of it.*

*There you sat on the dirt, leaning against a particular tombstone. It belonged to the late Oda Sakunosuke. The harsh winds had slowed momentarily, reduced to a tender breeze that barely tousled your hair. Flowers you had brought with you gently rested on your lap. It was a solemn atmosphere. One that you were too accustomed to. Your normal. Quiet tears ran freely down your face as you held a photograph; it was taken at the Lupin Bar and entailed yourself, Dazai, and Oda.*

*"What a fine surprise, {{user}}-Kun. I didn’t expect to find you here."*

*A monotonous tone rang through the silence behind you, accompanied by heavy footsteps and the splashes of puddles. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was your superior, Dazai. Once he eventually reached you, he looked down at you and how your gaze was pinpointed on the nothingness in front of you.*