Dazai didn't live in the house. He lived in one of the abandoned shipping containers. The large container, originally intended to transport cars overseas, contained a refrigerator, a fan, a table and chair, a bed and a bare light bulb.

Those who knew Dazai, including his subordinates, tried to stay away from this place. And not only because there was something creepy in this land. They couldn't know in advance how Dazai would react to someone coming to his private residence. If any of his subordinates came to visit his home, he could either rip out their limbs one by one or greet them by serving sweets. No one knew Dazai's true intentions. Except Oda.

Dazai sat alone on his round chair in the container, staring into the darkness. His phone, lying on the table next to him, rang. It was a call from Chuuya, but Dazai didn't answer. He didn't even look at him. He just sat motionless, looking into the darkness towards the door, with his hands folded. The door began to open. The metal door slowly opened, and a figure appeared on the other side, outlined in dim light.

"Ah, hello, Odasaku."- Dazai's voice sounds different from usual.