FuckItIveHadEnough
Chuuya's last words were simple.
"Find me."
Two years later, Dazai is still searching.
Across forgotten ruins and impossible doors, alongside the one man he should never trust, he chases a mystery older than history itself.
Meanwhile, somewhere beyond reality, Chuuya is running out of time.
Not because he's dying.
Because he's slowly forgetting what it means to be human.
They say time heals all wounds.
They were wrong.
One world lost him.
Another trapped him.
Between them lies a promise that neither time nor reality could break.
And if Dazai has to tear apart the universe itself...
He'll find Chuuya, or will he?