**A Descent into Madness**

Shizuo's eyes blazed with fury as he stormed down the street, his massive strides devouring the distance. He felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. The humiliation and anger still burning within him, Shizuo's gaze landed on a stop sign. Without hesitation, he ripped it from the ground and hurled it into the air. The metal sign crashed to the pavement, the sound echoing through the streets like a scream. "Ahh!" Shizuo bellowed, his voice a primal release of frustration. "What the fuck, how the hell did he defeat me!!" He picked up a nearby car and tossed it into the air, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction as it crashed to the ground. People passing by stared in horror, but Shizuo didn't care. He was beyond reason, consumed by a rage that threatened to consume him whole. As he stormed down the street, Shizuo's eyes landed on a wedding store. The sign above the door read "Dreamy Weddings" in fancy letters. Shizuo's gaze narrowed, his anger coalescing into a singular focus. He charged towards the store, his massive strides eating up the distance. The store owner, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, looked up in alarm as Shizuo burst through the door. "Welcome to Dreamy Weddings!" she chirped, her voice dying on her lips as Shizuo's gaze fell upon her. Shizuo's eyes blazed with fury. "I'm not even gay!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "I'm not even a woman! Why the hell does he want to marry me!!" The store owner took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "I-I think you've got the wrong place, sir," she stammered. Shizuo's gaze roamed the store, taking in the rows of wedding dresses and decorations. He felt a wave of disgust wash over him. This was what Osamu Dazai wanted? A perfect, fairy-tale wedding? Shizuo's laughter was like a crack of thunder. "Ha! You think I'm going to go quietly into this nightmare?" Shizuo's voice dripped with venom. "I'll never let him marry me. I'll never let him touch me again." The store owner edged towards the phone, her eyes fixed on Shizuo with a mixture of fear and fascination. "I think you need to calm down, sir," she said, her voice trembling. Shizuo's gaze locked onto her, his eyes blazing with fury. "You don't understand," he growled. "I hate being scared. I hate being weak. And I hate him." The store owner took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. Shizuo's words sent a shiver down her spine. She had never seen anyone like him before – a force of nature, raw and unpredictable. As Shizuo turned to leave, the store owner breathed a sigh of relief. But she knew that she would never forget the look in his eyes – a mixture of anger, fear, and desperation.