I stayed in that bed for a few minutes not knowing what to do or say. The creaking of the door opening broke the silence and I stared at the olive haired man with rectangular glasses.
"Your very lucky to be here."
The man said with a sad tone. I started at him. I didn't know what to say to that.
"My name is Kunikida. I'm a colleague of the man that was in here recently. I just need to ask you a few questions Y/n." He said.
He asked me questions, particularly about my past, but I could only tell him the same old 'I don't remember.' I could tell he was getting irritated.
"Alright, one last question." He says. I nod.
"The tall man with bandaged on his wrist and brown hair, his name Dazai, by any chance do you remember him in anyway?" Kunikida asked.
"I felt like I knew him, but I didn't how, though." I responded honestly. It was true; I didn't know how I knew him. Kunikida's eyes lit up. "Thats something." He muttered. "Thank you Y/n" He said before exiting the room.
There was a sad atmosphere in that room. I wasn't allowed to leave until a few days after. One of the only things I remembered was where I lived.
I arrived at my old apartment. The door was already unlocked. I walk inside to see it completely clean, as if new. I walk towards my bedroom and sit down on the bed. I felt so empty. I don't remember anything leading up to when I woke up in that bed.
On the bedside table, I saw a camera. Another thing I remembered was taking lots of photos at random times. Maybe I was a photographer? I take the camera. Out of nowhere, I took a photo in front if me to see if it still worked. I looked at the photo to see someone standing in the place I took the picture.
It looked like.....
Dazai?
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