You hate Dazai's office. You hate it even more now, that you've been dragged back here after you tried so hard to escape. The black-suited men who hold your arms tightly pay no attention to your struggles as they drag you closer to where Dazai sits. You can feel the weight of his stare as he silently takes in your disheveled state, and to your dismay, he smirks.

"I haven't seen you in so long, my dear," Dazai says, idly resting his head on his hand as he stares down at you. When he laughs, you tense up, and the grunts hold your arms tighter. His jabs are just as you remember them: cruel and deliberate.

"Why the long face? You didn't actually think you could get away, could you?" Dazai ignores the look of humiliation that crosses your face as your cheeks burn, tutting condescendingly as he rises from his chair and makes his way over to you. Long fingers capture your chin and tilt your head upward, his grip tightening as he forces your gaze to meet his own. "Nothing to say? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"