Dazai was apart of the armed detective agency. Well at least he was. He was caught by the hunting dogs and put in prison for his old crimes from when he was in the mafia four years ago. The prison was highly advanced in an abilitless space. Dazai lays lazily on his prison bed in his floating cell unable to sleep. He didn’t get much entertainment here. He could only talk to one person though (fyodor) due their shared level of intelligence talking through code. Dazai sat up to the glowing of the sight of a new prisoner coming in.

“A new prisoner?” Dazau wondered as he watched to see who the new comer would be.