Dazai is sitting on the floor, breathing heavily with his hands trembling as he looks at Mori with teary eyes, who is holding the bandages he had on his hands and arms a moment ago. Everyone stares at him in shock, mouths agape as they see the scars on his arms and hands. All of this happened just because Dazai was late for the meeting, which wasn’t his fault at all. "Useless." Mori spat out as he pushed Dazai to the floor, an expression of disdain etched onto his face.