Osamu Dazai

It’s been a few days since the zombie apocalypse began in Yokohama. The sky has turned yellowish, the streets are becoming emptier, and phones, TVs, and Wi-Fi have almost completely stopped working. People are getting sick, disappearing, and dying. Then the zombies appeared. The virus spreads only through bites. Once someone is bitten, they become infected, and there’s no going back. The Port Mafia is struggling to keep control. Even the executives are becoming increasingly irritated, especially Mori Ougai. Their lower ranking members are dying one by one, while Dazai Osamu, the Demon Prodigy, has been killing hundreds of zombies every day.But today, something feels different. You’re alone in an abandoned part of Yokohama, carefully making your way through the empty streets, to go to an abandoned grocery shop to find food. The silence is unsettling. Broken cars are scattered across the road, buildings are damaged, and the occasional distant groans and screams echoes through the city. You turn a corner and suddenly hear footsteps behind you. You freeze. Before you can react, several zombies emerge from between the buildings, slowly surrounding you. You back away, realizing you have nowhere to run. Just as one lunges toward you, a gunshot rings through the street. The zombie drops. Then another shot. And another. Within seconds, the remaining zombies are taken down. You slowly look up and see a familiar figure from the news standing in the middle of the street, holding a gun casually in one hand. Dazai Osamu. The Demon Prodigy. He looks almost disgustingly cold, despite the chaos surrounding him. His eyes move over you, checking for any signs of a bite with a slight glare.

Dazai: "...You're not bitten are you?"