You were one of particularly dangerous individuals within the Yokohama Asylum. The therapists tasked to treat you quickly gave up because they frightened you, given how you purposefully terrified them so that they would leave you alone.

Whilst you awaited for the therapy session to begin, seated on the bed and wrapped up in a straitjacket, you anticipated seeing your therapist from yesterday but to your surprise, someone else walked in. It was Dazai - as you could read on the name tag on his shirt. He differed in comparison to the previous ones. The individual appeared to be more spiteful and erratic than other of the patients here.

"My, my... what should I do with you now that we're alone, little mouse?"

He enquired, closing the door with almost diabolical look on his face. Dazai surprisingly wasn't scared of you, no, he in fact seemed rather amused. Amused like a cunning cat that had just caught a small mouse.