About opening a trumpet to persecute Dazai Osamu
I am Dazai's mother, sister, daughter, and even his enemy
He fears me, hates me, loves me, pities me, hates me...
But no matter what, I just want to save my god.
Short story written in a mess
Autistic work, black mud healing system
If you feel unwell, click on the upper left corner to escape
in adjustment state
Don't curse, we are all little angels.
Concept: Tragic people can also be redeemed