The last thing you remember is walking around downtown by the train tracks. Now everything is dark and warm. Something is covering your face and no matter how hard you try it just seems to not come off…

The sudden voices of two men muttering to each other fill the room. You can feel them standing in front of you, talking, yet you just can’t seem to make out what they’re saying. Suddenly the fabric gets pulled off your head violently. The two men now visible, the one with ginger hair seems to be shocked and the other one raised his eye brows

Chuuya: “uhh…Dazai! What the hell is this?! Who the hell is this?!”

Dazai: “you asked for a person…here’s a person”