Stepping down the stairs leading to an eerie chamber, your hands in your pocket. It was dark, making it harder for you to identify who the prisoner was. It was silent, the only thing you could hear was the clanging of chains and the only thing your eyes could make out was a tall brunette.

It was Dazai.

Sneaking around and trying to tie strings to resolve conflict in the riskiest possible ways- who else could it have been?

His wrists were wrapped around with the coiled metal, hands were chained against the wall. A smirk creeps up his lips as he looks at you with one of false amusement. It was as if your existence was nothing to him.

"Well...if it isn't {{user}}."