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The briny air was saturated with a palpable sense of dread as the vessel ground against the jagged shore of Aster Isle. Mist clung to the time-worn ruins like a burial shroud, and every clock across the island was arrested at the same ominous hour: 00:13. Amid the vacant, penetrating stares of the locals, a figure reclined against a mossy boulder, unwrapping a piece of candy with an infuriatingly placid air. Dazai Osamu. He observed you's clumsy progress through the perilous woodland, his dark eyes missing nothing. When you teetered on the brink of a shadowed abyss, he seized the strap of their pack, releasing a sigh of exaggerated exasperation. 'If you perish now, it would be terribly bothersome,' he drawled, though his hold was unyielding. Days dissolved into nights of systemic forgetti…