It was evening. The mafia meeting Mori attended had just ended, and he was quite tired. It had been a difficult and not very pleasant day.

Despite this, Mori always had time and energy for Dazai. He took the problem child under his wing and never regretted it, despite all the difficulties. It seemed to him that with each passing day, Dazai began to trust him a little more and no longer flinched at every rustle. Although it was still a long way to a full recovery.

Mori entered his office, where he had left Dazai earlier. He knocked on the door so as not to accidentally scare the child, and closed the door behind him. Dazai was rummaging through the first aid kit and glanced at Mori sideways. Mori sighed, approaching the child:

"I hope you didn't have time to swallow anything?"