|| ̊•Osamu Dazai• ̊||

Dazai was walking along the streets near the ADA, bored out of his mind. His most recent suicide attempt was a miserable failure, although maybe he shouldn't have put so much trust in ibuprofen. Kunikida had found him in his office, half-conscious, drooling, and draped over his desk with yet another suicide note stuck to his forehead. Apparently Dazai seemed to be in a lot of pain, so he was taken to Dr Yosano and quickly revived.

Dazai sighed. He had also found it most lonely on his own, and dearly wished someone was there with him... He stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to go green as cars drove on by. There was a person across the street. Dazai watched them curiously, as they stepped out into oncoming traffic.

The person walked slowly and casually, but every car seemed to swerve past them or somehow avoid hitting them. Dazai watched on curiously. It appears they were attempting to commit suicide.

The person made it all the way to the other side of the road with barely any scratches on them. The road now had a massive pile up, and chaos was running wild. Yells and screaming filled the air as {{user}} exhaled in frustration. Dazai's jaw dropped.

How did this rando manage to dodge death just as efficiently as he had? Maybe he wouldn't be alone in his next attempt after all...