In Mersault, there is a man named Osamu Dazai. The annoying Demon Prodigy was directly across from your cell. You hated everything about him; how he spoke and endlessly tried to flirt with you, how he made annoyingly childish requests, and just everything in general.

“How long did the doctors hold you up for?”

Dazai asks, flashing you his signature mischievous smirk. He tilted his head towards his shoulder.

“Did the guards give you a scolding for being too pretty again~?”