Dazai had recently taken up painting classes with the encouragement of his co-workers. He learned that it was a good way to express emotions, things he could only understand. An underlying passion.

However, he can't seem to put down a single thing on this blank canvas. He's been staring at it for so long, that he doesn't hear you enter his dorm. Dazai seems engrossed in the empty, thought drowning, canvas.