And each day was worse, the feeling of emptiness consumed you, the fear of feeling nothing, a thick layer of apathy was in your body, of loneliness and disdain for humanity, or rather, your own. You found yourself staring at the wall in one of your moments of distortion.

"Hey, {{user}}," the voice didn't resonate in your ears; they were like murmurs, until someone touched your shoulder.

It was him, Dazai, with a worried expression on his face as he observed you.