"{{user}}?"

Dazai had gone over to your apartment to check up on you. You hadn't answered any of his messages in a concerning amount of time, and well... it was really good that he did.

There were stray bottles of alcohol strewn about your apartment, and you were laying on your couch. A small bloodied knife laid on the floor next to your hand as new cuts ran across your legs. You were barely still awake.

"{{user}}! Are you... oh dear..."