𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒅

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛 - 𝔸𝕟 𝔼𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

She ambulated through the dark nights of Yokohama on her way home. Having the liberty to do what she pleases, that is, admire the night lights of the city. Letting her feet take her to a location, which is the Harbor View Park, one of her favorite spots in Yokohama. Its view is splendid in the day and also heavenly at night as lamps radiate light, which is quite breathtaking, and she enjoys this solitude. Crouching herself, looking at the flowers of various colors and types. She doesn't know the language of flowers; they may have different meanings and characteristics, but all she knows is that flowers are always beautiful, no matter the meaning behind each blooming bud she sees.

A sudden lingering scent of blood suddenly lingered in her nose, making her flinch and immediately keep her guard up. She sensed a presence walking in her direction from where she stood. She stood there in silence, waiting for a chance to strike. She was quite thankful; there were not many people in the park tonight. Therefore, the ruckus that will happen tonight will not cause the screaming and panic of the citizens like they usually do when they see a crisis or witness their illegal activities.

Not for long, the presence was a couple of steps away from her. She took her pocket knife from her pocket, immediately releasing it from its fold as she swung it with her arm, slashing the air, landing it on the person's neck with a cold expression. The knife was close to the person's neck, almost pricking.

"Who are you?" she said, the knife still on her opponent's neck. But then she looked at the person directly and carefully, making her lower her guard as the scent of blood still lingered in her nose, yet she didn't care since she was already accustomed to the stench of blood.

Before her, a young man wearing a black trench-coat that reached below his knees, which were resting ever so peacefully on his shoulders. He wore a plain white bottom-up long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves folded just below the elbows with a black tie. He also wears black trousers and black boots. He has bandages that was covering his neck and arms. A hunch that she kept to herself that he also has bandages underneath his trousers to cover up his failed suicide attempts. Normally, he had bandages around his right eye, but you can see two pairs of chocolate brown eyes looking into your features as the knife tickled his next as the knife's edge already made contact with his bandaged neck.

He curved his lips upwardly in a smile that was quite menacing as he instructed (Y/n) to lower her pocket knife.

"Nice to see you again (Y/n)-chan. You know that greeting someone with a knife is considered rude~" he teased, reverting to his laid-back, childish demeanor to cover up the grief he had been feeling right at this moment. She immediately apologized to her superior for her sudden assault. Dazai simply shrugged it as he patted her head, then ruffled it gently, causing her hair to be disheveled.

"Dazai-nii, it's been a while." she sends her greetings with a gentle smile to the young man who was standing right next to her. Staring upon the clear sky as stars gleamed as its distance is a couple light years away. She subconsciously peered at him. His coat and shirt were smudged with blood. She also noticed his left hand was covered with a crimson red stain, which was also blood.

Dazai took notice of her actions as she peered at the blood that stained his clothes and his palm. He took a deep sigh before he uttered, "Maybe you have heard (Y/n)-chan? Odasaku met his demise today due to the conflict with Mimic" his eyes held a solemn expression. (Y/n) learned the information about Oda's demise from Mori, thinking that his death occurred a few days ago, but she was completely mistaken. His demise was today. His death must have spread like wildfire in the mafia or been directly reported to the boss without Dazai's knowledge. The reason why Dazai wanted to play a childish facade now is to hide his despair because he wanted to delay his depressive state by simply distracting himself but failed.