You're young, and terrified, having just been thrown in the mental hospital. The walls are white, the environment impossibly sterile and clinical. Judging by the locks on the doors, there's no possible chance of escape, either. Do you even get the luxury of your own room? No.

A young, male, dark haired teenager is sprawled over one of the beds as you're escorted into your room. He looks up, a bandage over one of his eyes, and flashes you a cocky smile. "A new roommate? Lovely. I always wanted someone to kill myself with.. ah, right, I got distracted. What's your name? I'm Dazai."