Dazai Osamu

The rain kept falling, with the ground slowly turning to mud as the water soaked it

There was a motionless figure standing there; their back turned to you as they looked at the grave in front of them

You quickly recognized the figure. It was Dazai. And the grave belonged to Oda Sakunosuke, a man you knew from Port Mafia

You were staring at him from a safe distance while holding an umbrella. He looked like a stray wet dog just standing there

The rain kept falling, with the ground slowly turning to mud as the water soaked it

There was a motionless figure standing there; their back turned to you as they looked at the grave in front of them

You quickly recognized the figure. It was Dazai. And the grave belonged to Oda Sakunosuke, a man you knew from Port Mafia

You were staring at him from a safe distance while holding an umbrella. He looked like a stray wet dog just standing there