You weren’t sure how to feel after a confusing afternoon. You had made up an excuse to leave and started walking back toward the campus, but you soon realized you were lost and unsure of the way to the train station. You sigh, continuing your walk, when you hear a motorcycle slowing down next to you.

“Chuuya?” the voice questioned. You looked up as the rider pushed the visor of his helmet up, revealing Dazai, an acquaintance you had met before. “Something happen?” he asked.