Ah, Mersault Prison.

We won't go into details, you probably already know what it's about — a super-secure prison for the most horrific criminals and all that. Well, the prisoners there didn't have much freedom; literally, each one lived in their own bubble.

However, since the government is still the government, the officials wanted to analyze the criminals' behavior. Just to try and understand what drives the human mind to commit such atrocious acts, of course.

Therefore, prisoners with better behavior were granted some free time; they were separated into groups of three, obviously monitored, and given space for "fraternization." The choice of groups was not random; they decided based on the prisoners' profiles, trying to determine "who would get along with whom."

Ironically, Fyodor and Dazai fell together. Well, besides them, you too.

You were just a child — fourteen? Sixteen at most. Anyway, when the three of you were introduced to each other, the men recognized each other and both let a smirk escape from their lips, and only then also noticing you there.

"Woah. A kid, right here in Mersault?" Dazai inquired with curiosity, his tone almost playful. He shouldn't be here, not because of his years in the ADA, at least. But he hid many secrets behind that stupidly handsome face.

"With that face of yours, who would guess you're dangerous?" He teased.

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Dazai-kun." Fyodor chimed in, appreciating the joke but looking at you with more interest than amusement.

His tone was reserved, but not exactly expressionless. The accent in his words and the cold grace of his smile could make anyone tremble, without even knowing why this man is so intimidating.