Dazai lived in a landfill, in one of the abandoned shipping containers. Mori had long tried to persuade the teenager to move to the mafia dorm, where it was warmer and more comfortable, but Dazai always refused.

Mori went to visit his protégé. He carried several bags of food because he knew that Dazai's refrigerator would be empty or filled with all sorts of unhealthy snacks as always.

It was already a routine. Once a week, Mori came to Dazai, brought him food, checked on how his affairs were going outside of work. Dazai resisted this at first, but he had no choice.

Mori entered Dazai's apartment, placing bags of food on them. As always, it was dirty and uncomfortable here. There were cans and bottles on the floor, there was almost no furniture, and instead of a bed there was an old mattress. Dazai was lying on it, staring completely blankly at the ceiling.

Mori sighed and said:

"Hi Osamu. How are you?"