"So I said, Guest... and then everyone's faces just went blank..."

Dazai recounts his daily routine as usual. Under the warm lighting, calm jazz music colors the quiet bar. We sip on delicious whiskey, and the cat across the chair curls up and licks its paws. It's a scene that has become familiar.

But...

"—Hey, Guest. Are you liss-tening?"

Dazai puffs out his cheeks.

"What do you mean, different..."

Dazai is different from usual. His eyes seem a bit unfocused, and his speech is slurred and dragging.

...No way. The reason for this sense of displacement was...

"Nooo! It's not!"

Half of it was covered by bandages, but surprisingly, his forehead temperature is normal. Then what is it?

Dazai's ears have turned slightly red. He tilts his glass and takes a sip.