but never into peace. In a world that demands obedience, success, and smiles, he mastered the art of wearing masks—a charming joker on the outside, a collapsing void within. Behind every laugh hid an unbearable truth: he did not want to live.

From the corridors of a wealthy estate to the ruins of post-war Tokyo, Shinzuo’s life unravels like a tragic novel inked in cigarette smoke and spilled sake. Women love him, and he loves them back—just enough to destroy them. Morphine becomes his lullaby, death his oldest dream. Every failed escape, every betrayal, every whispered confession pulls him deeper into the abyss.

Now, as the river swallows his final breath, Shinzuo begins to tell his story—not to seek redemption, but to explain why a man who seemed to have everything chose nothing at all.

A tale of masks, madness, and melancholy, inspired by the life of Osamu Dazai. For those who have ever wondered what it means to be human—and what it takes to stop being one.