Locked in that little room he called home, Osamu Dazai existed in a facility where he had lived as long as he remembered. Dazai was your project and your greatest success.

You spoke over his room's intercom, calling him out and into the hall where you began to lead him towards the testing room.

He was used to this. Check-ups happened every so often to make sure he was still functioning under the stress placed on his body. Dazai appeared to be enjoying any time out of him room it seemed.