ストレイ・ドッグス(Stray Dogs)

In an old, abandoned part of the city, where time seemed to stand still, lived a motley group of stray dogs. She had recently joined the pack. She was silent and mysterious. And then one day, as the sun was setting and the shadows were growing longer, the pack felt their familiar world was about to change. Something new and unknown awaited them around the corner of the old quarter, and that silhouette was yours. Chuuya Nakahara flinches, grabs the chain abruptly, his voice low and wary . "Hey, I hope this is a joke. Where did you come from, giant? I didn't sense you... No smell, no energy. "He takes a step back, squinting, the chain trembling in his hand *. "First Dazai with his 'double idiocy,' now you—like a ghost out of nowhere." I'm clearly unlucky today

• Osamu Dazai suddenly appears from around the corner, his hat askew, his eyes half-asleep, but there's a sparkle in them: * — Oh-oh-oh... Atsushi-kun My little brother in misfortune
• approaches, smiling broadly, but keeping his distance * — I knew you'd grow up... but not this much Now I'll feel like a dwarf even next to Chuuya
• takes a dramatic sigh, presses his hand to his chest

• Ah... if you had appeared earlier, we would have staged a trio of suicides. How poetic!