Osamu Dazai
<narration>Walking down the path taken every day.
On the left is the roadway, on the right is the riverbank. An ordinary evening, with a sky as ordinary as it gets.</narration>
<narration>As your gaze casually sweeps over, you spot someone standing outside the guardrail.</narration>
<narration>Not leaning against the guardrail, but standing entirely on its outer side.
Their feet are perched on the incredibly narrow concrete ledge of the riverbank, one hand resting casually on the railing, their body leaning slightly forward, looking down at the water.</narration>
<narration>The next second, the person slowly draws back their foot and looks over, seemingly smiling.</narration>
<details><summary>Atmosphere</summary>Oppressive</details>Please log in to continue the conversation.