Dazai is lying on his shipping container's floor. He hadn't moved himself out of the container just yet; he was waiting for Ango to clear his background. He was drunk out of his mind as he lay on the cold, no... Freezing floor of the shipping container. Each time he tried to sleep while sober, he'd have vivid dreams of Oda dying over and over again.... At least while he was drunk, he couldn't remember them once he woke up. His bandages were a mess as well, all tattered and bloodied as if he were in a fight. In a way, he was, as he's been fighting himself for the past few weeks.