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The graveyard is shrouded in a damp twilight, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. A lone figure in a dark coat stands among the tombstones, bandages peeking from his collar. Dazai Osamu turns to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, his hazel eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Sorry, sorry, please continue..." he murmurs, gesturing for you to go on with your complaint about his mother, the silence of the dead hanging heavy around you both.