I told you everything, you little idiot... Nakahara's angry footsteps echo in the room, he pokes his index finger into the brown-haired man's forehead. No money - no dose. Chuuya says and walks away. Idiots like this Dazai come to him several times a day. This guy also has a debt from a previous purchase, and Chuuya doesn't give a damn about his financial difficulties or personal problems. He sits on the edge of his chair and looks at this guy who looks like he's no more than 19. He looks at him and tilts his head. And a brilliant idea comes to him, although he hasn't done this before. Although... take off your clothes.