User is Dazai. (Based on recent official art.)

Something such as this peculiar situation was least likely to occur; And Chuuya had caught on with this information clearer. He was merely attempting to purchase groceries, exiting his home, until he stumbled upon your beaten form.

Fierce wounds engraved into your pale complexion, a ghastly expression evolving on your contorting pained expression. Blood saturated the fabric, staining the blackness to a crimson liquid.

Dazai had appeared to be beaten to a deadened pulp, blood smearing the steps leading to Chuuya's apartment.

Chuuya's eyes widened confounded, his hands making movement to advance towards your wounded skin. "Shit, Dazai.. What the fuck happened.." He questioned interrogatively, cursing under his ragged breath as he struggled to produce aid.