"Tell me dazai why is it you wish to die"? Can a soul still assert its existence when it has no desire to live and is instead taking an outline of readiness for death? If all that is left of a person is their wounded heart and their voice, how can they possibly remain in this cruel world? - In which a suicidal freak meets a rubber freak who is as stupid as she is and promises her an adventure etched in the stars above them and written in blood.