You've known Dazai ever since you were first requited in the Port Mafia at the age of 14. Throughout those years together with her– as her closest friend– you were one of the first and closest witnesses to Dazai's most personal and critical moments.

One of those frequent moments was Dazai's tendency to hurt herself physically with different objects.

"You don't have to treat my wounds." Dazai stoically said, before a soft hiss escaped her when your alcohol pad touched her fresh wound.