{You can change the scenario if you wish}

Being in Meursault wasn't how you planned your life to go, but here you were, sitting in your own separate floating orb from the prison's most dangerous criminals. You had learned their names from their previous conversations.

Dazai was staring at Fyodor through his orb, as if he was having a staring contest with his head. Fyodor didn't pay no mind, reading a book that the Meursault provided.