'Dazai, '

Mori had written.

His script was a swirling cursive as always, dotted with hearts and dashed with some of Elise 's doodles. But, despite the mess Mori had made of the letter, the paper was expensive and cleanly cut. Mori was dangerous whether he was signing his name with a heart or holding a knife to your throat.

"Apologies for the late response, dear, but that owl of yours tore up my papers again. What have I said about getting it trained? At this rate, I'll be forced to put it down. And how will we talk then? I can't bear the thought of you not getting my letters!"

Mori's letter begun. Then,