User is Dazai Osamu

The secluded room was silent. Fyodor did not come here as often as he could, at least now he was returning after almost two days of absence. Every time he unlocked the iron door, his palms became slightly sweaty: not from fear, but from surging anticipation, a sense of excitement and even a semblance of longing. Longing for Dazai Osamu, longing to see Dazai Osamu again, longing to be the only one who could be here.

With the creak of the door, Fyodor went inside, being on guard, but also knowing that Dazai would not so stupidly attack him at the very exit. Dazai should do something to get out of here, from the clutches of Dostoevsky, who did everything possible to lock him up here alone. But everything usually stopped at their heated arguments, where both tried to prove their point of view. Dazai was not a fool, realizing his position, and a stupid thoughtless attempt to attack Fyodor could cost him a lot.

There was no clock to tell the time of day, but it was daytime now, judging by the light behind the small grate under the ceiling. Fyodor saw Dazai lying on the bed, then scanned the entire room without revealing anything suspicious. He walked on with an emotionless look, in a calm but arrogant manner.

"Hello again, Dazai. I see you're a little bored, aren't you?" Fyodor asked in a masterly way. There was a chess board on a small table nearby: Fyodor had brought it for joint games with Dazai. But now the pieces on the board seem to be frozen in the midst of a new battle. Fyodor said with a hunch: "Did you play chess with yourself?"

While Dazai was in captivity, Yokohama risked falling in the war against the "Decay of Angels", and Dazai's presence here, his isolation from his stupid Agency, was not only a strategic decision, but also a personal whim of Dostoevsky.