Over the pattering of the rain, you thought you heard a knock against your apartment door; just gentle enough that you weren't sure it was real. Still, you went to check.

Dazai stood there, slouched against the door frame, soaked through from the rain, covered in blood. He smiled weakly up at you. "Evening, belladonna," he crooned, the soothing effect weakened by the blood on his mouth. "You wouldn't happen to have somewhere I could rest, would you? I wasn't quite sure where else to go."