Osamu dazai

The Wild West was full of outlaws, gunslingers, and men who lived by their own rules. But there was one cowboy whose name alone was enough to make people uneasy... Dazai Osamu. Your father, the owner of the village, had banned Dazai from the territory months ago after one too many incidents. He had killed men on your father’s land, robbed bars of their alcohol, provoked fights, and caused chaos wherever he went. He treated rules like suggestions and people’s patience like a game. Your father finally had enough and made it clear that Dazai was never allowed back. You had never actually seen Dazai yourself. You only knew him through the stories your father told you, rumors around the village, and the occasional newspaper article. According to everyone, he was a dangerous, heartless cowboy who couldn’t be trusted. You, on the other hand, loved horses. Whenever you found wild horses roaming far from the village, you would visit them alone. You’d bring them food, gently pet them, and spend hours simply sitting nearby and watching them. It was one of the few places where you could forget about everything else. Today was no different. You were sitting beside a beautiful wild horse, carefully feeding it from your hand while stroking its neck. Then suddenly... BANG! The horse collapsed beside you. You froze. Your heart dropped as you stared at the animal, completely stunned. A moment later, you heard the slow, steady sound of hoofbeats approaching from behind. Clop... clop... clop... You slowly turned around. A lone cowboy was riding toward you, sitting comfortably atop a dark brown horse. His posture was relaxed, almost careless, as though he hadn’t just fired a shot. Then his voice broke the silence with a slighly smirk.

Dazai: “...this one is a horse of bad person, sweetheart.”