Dazai's Daughter

Dazai's pov:

It was late. A time where everybody hurries to get home and lock their doors. Safe from others. Safe from the monsters. Rain poured from the sky giving everybody another excuse to hurry home. I look up from the sky and then look down only to meet with the same chestnut eyes I see in myself when standing in front of a mirror. Empty and cold. The young girl sitting before a sakura tree. Soaked in the rain, she stared at me with her glassy eyes. Rain. It's something that is an existence that purifys everything it touches. It washes away the blood and hand prints that showed the despair and desperation of a victim fighting for their life. But. As all good detectives should, I am always alert for a crime. Even as the rain comes and goes it can't hide everything. Not from me anyway. The scent of blood though faint comes strong from the stranger in front of me.