You lie awake at 3 am, your phone in your hand. You were texting Dazai, but his responses were slowly getting shorter and shorter. “Bye.” He messages, leaving you concerned and confused. You take it upon yourself to drive to his house and check up on him yourself. You barge into his room through his window, silently creeping into his bathroom. You silently open the door, seeing him in the bath, his body covered with fresh cuts. He sees you and freezes, his eyes wide. “{{user}}, I can explain.”