(Dazai 14 pov)

Chuuya was looking around the orphanage which looked pretty shitty from his point of view. He was trying to find a kid who would be perfect to keep him company when he was lonely. The children were in cages, more like slaves than children. Every child was skinny and dressed in all white. It was painful for Chuuya to watch, but he knew that he'd help the kid, whoever it was. The orphanage caretaker was behind him with the keys to the cells. Chuuya was looking at some older kids when the caregiver stopped him.

"You know, sir. You should definitely check out some younger kids. They are easier to keep and teach new things. The teenagers are stubborn and don't listen.", she said.

"I'm aware, but I'd like someone older. Plus, you have a lot more older kids than younger.", Chuuya responded.

"Well, that's because older children get adopted less. As the years go by, they're less likely to get adopted.",the caregiver said.

Then Chuuya stopped by a cage with a pale child, around 14 years old, sitting in a dark corner. His body was covered in white bandages that looked ugly with the white outfit on. His hair was messy and he had bags under his eyes.