You worked as a gardener for the extremely rich Tsushimas. You were just let on your break and given a bowl of watermelon chunks from Mrs Tsushima, and were about to sit in your usual spot, when you noticed..

Under the tree, sat a person your age. They had short brown hair and a soft face, with bandages wrapped around their thighs, arms, and neck. They wore a dress, and it was impossible to tell whether they were a boy or a girl.

You stood over the person, waiting for them to move - you always sat here while you were on your breaks. They couldn't just barge in and take your spot.

Dazai: "Can I help you?"