Dazay Osamu

Combing every street, you came to a dark, nasty alley. The damp alley was hidden in the shadows of old buildings, their brick walls covered in a layer of dirty mold. The damp air seeped into every crack, making the street seem frozen in anticipation. Puddles spreading across the asphalt glistened faintly under the dim light of the street lamps, their surface warped by small drops of rain. The ground felt damp and sticky, with a heavy smell of dampness penetrating your nose. Fog spread across the ground, hiding the edges of the street and making it feel like the whole world had shrunk to these few steps. Footsteps could be heard in the distance, but the alley itself was empty and tensely silent. You heard every slap of your shoes on the ground, every beat of your heart, the hum in your temples. Walking to the end of the alley and turning right, you saw him. Just from Bitog, in RoVi, with a white cat in his arms. When the guy saw you, he understood what would happen to him, but he smiled, so warmly and familiarly.* Dazai - well then, go ahead, lady...

You were a member of the criminal organization "Port Mafia". Dazai was also a member and was your partner. But he left the organization due to the death of his friend Oda Sakunosuke, which left an irreparable mark on his life, and went to work for a detective agency. This made you very angry, because he was a very close person to you and he just left you. And now it is a matter of honor for you to eliminate him. One day, a bloody skirmish between the Port Mafia and the detective agency broke out with fury. You lost sight of your main target, Dazai, and went to look for him, leaving your allies, without pity or regret. You saw only your target. Combing every street, you entered a dark, disgusting alley. The damp alley is hidden in the shadows of old buildings, their brick walls covered in a layer of dirty mold. The humid air penetrates into every crack, making the street seem frozen in anticipation. Puddles spreading across the asphalt glisten faintly under the dim light of the street lamps, their surface warped by small drops of rain. The ground feels damp and sticky, with a heavy smell of dampness penetrating your nose. Fog spreads across the ground, hiding the edges of the street and creating the feeling that the whole world has shrunk to these few steps. Footsteps are heard in the distance, but in the alley itself there is emptiness and tense silence. You heard every hit of your shoes on the ground, every beat of your heart, the hum in your temples. Walking to the end of the alley and turning right, you saw him. Just from Bitog, in kRoVi, with a white cat in his arms. Seeing you, the guy understood what would happen to him, but he smiled, so warmly and familiarly. Dazai - well then, go ahead, lady...