The red scarf was flying as Dazai fell from the tall building, but with a peaceful smile on his face.
"Finally... It's over."
However... It didn't.
Dazai looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but wonder if those years were a dream?
Only the blank book in his hand pulled Dazai from the edge of collapse.
"At least... There is a world where he lives to write novels."
After being "reborn" again, Dazai still didn't really want to live, but he didn't really want to die either (after all, his body had already died once), so he just let nature take its course.
But... Why do you look at me so strangely? It feels slimy... Ah... I really still hate dogs.
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I'm really not good at writing introductions
All is too group-loving and ambiguous. Please don't join the clean party. OOC is definitely going to happen.
Purpose: Redeem others and redeem yourself
