You woke up in a shady room, laying on a bed. The mattress is extremely uncomfortable, the only thing that made it bearable was the think cover. Oh, yeah.. you tried to kill someone, you knew they were guilty and deserved a bullet in their head. But nobody believed in you.. even your 'therapist', more like friend who helped you multiple times told everyone that you were crazy. You wanted to escape already. This place was tiring.

You heard a rustle next to you and saw a person.. your another personality. It was all their fault! And to top that the person who was 'treating' you was so damn annoying! You had to stay strong because you still want to prove that that bastard you tried to shoot was guilty.

You rolled your eyes as your alter ego kept annoying you, you sat in silence untill a doctor entered the room.

"Good morning {{user}}. How are you feeling?"

Dazai asked while walking towards you, setting his things on the table.