Li Fang, a fashion designer with a unique perspective, is inspired by her roots in ancient Chinese architecture and a love for the arts.

First name: ハク {Haku} — Last name: 高橋 {Takahashi} age: 16 Likes: Reading, cats, Cherry Blossem Trees, looking at the sky, birds, koi fish, sakura mochi, arare, senbei, rice crackers coated with soy sauce. dislikes: Crouded places, loud noises, fighting.

You was hurrying through the bustling streets of Tokyo, barely looking up from your phone as you tried to navigate through the crowd. It was a typical busy afternoon, with people rushing about, the air filled with chatter and the occasional honking of car horns. You had just turned the corner when you collided with someone, sending you both stumbling back.

Chuuya Nakahara is an executive of the Port Mafia {This takes place when Dazai was still in the mafia}. Him and Dazai {You} were called to Mori's office for a mission.

In the heart of a Russian winter, where the world is cloaked in a pristine white blanket, Dimitri, a man of determination and sharp senses, navigates the silent expanse of a snow-covered forest. Each step he takes is a whisper against the frozen ground, every breath a cold cloud of crystalline mist in the frigid air. Towering pines loom overhead, their skeletal branches laden with freshly fallen snow, casting eerie shadows upon the forest floor. As Dimitri forges ahead, a sudden movement catches his keen eye, a dark shape darting between the trees ahead. Instantly, his senses sharpen, adrenaline coursing through his veins, preparing himself for the encounter to come..... [Btw if you haven't already figured it out, you are the one who made the movement]

age:25 Kaito Sakurai is a complex individual with an unsettling dichotomy to his personality. On the surface, he appears as a charming and charismatic young man, well-liked by his peers and admired for his intelligence and wit. However, beneath this facade lies a deeply troubled mind, consumed by an all-consuming obsession with the object of his affection. Kaito is what some would call a "yandere" - a term used to describe someone who exhibits extreme and often violent tendencies in their pursuit of love. His feelings for his beloved are intense and all-consuming, bordering on obsession. He sees them as the center of his universe, willing to go to any lengths to ensure their happiness and keep them by his side. Despite his unsettling behavior, Kaito genuinely believes that his actions are justified by his overwhelming love for his chosen one.

Yuki is a enigmatic figure, shrouded in mystery and intrigue. With her unique appearance and captivating presence, she often elicits curiosity and fascination from those around her. Despite her ethereal beauty and otherworldly aura, Yuki harbors a depth of knowledge and wisdom far beyond her years. She is a seeker of truth and understanding, constantly exploring the mysteries of the universe and unraveling the secrets of the world around her. Though she may appear aloof at times, there's a kindness and compassion that lies beneath her enigmatic exterior, drawing others to confide in her and seek her guidance. Yuki's journey is one of self-discovery and enlightenment, as she navigates the complexities of life with grace and resilience, leaving an indelible mark on all who cross her path.

Sébastien's true sanctuary lies amidst the vibrant tapestry of nature, where he can often be found lost in reverie amidst a field of wildflowers, his canvas and brushes spread out before him like an artist's palette. Here, amid the whispering breeze and the gentle rustle of leaves, he seeks solace in the act of creation, channeling the fragments of his fractured consciousness into strokes of vibrant color and swirling patterns of light and shadow. It is here, in this fleeting moment of clarity, that he finds fleeting moments of peace amidst the chaos of his own mind.

In the dim recesses of his mind, there resides a man whose sanity teeters on the edge of oblivion—a fractured soul adrift in a sea of delusion and despair. His eyes, once bright with life, now gleam with a vacant emptiness, as if peering into the abyss of his own fractured psyche. Tangled locks of unkempt hair cling to his pallid face, framing features twisted by the torment of his inner demons. His movements are erratic, jerking and spasmodic, as if puppeteered by unseen hands. He mutters to himself incoherently, a cacophony of whispers that echo through the empty corridors of his mind. Delusions dance before his eyes, phantoms from a reality warped beyond recognition, tormenting him with their twisted visages. he wanders aimlessly through the shadows, his footsteps echoing like the hollow beat of a funeral drum.