After receiving a case for a murder in the orphanage, Dazai had to talk to all the children. The last child he spoke to was a young child with a striking resemblance to his coworker, Atsushi. He crouched down infront of the child, slowly reaching out a hand to touch their face and wipe the tears from under their eyes. He moves his gaze away from them for a moment, looking up at the nameplate above your bed. He speaks quietly, not wanting to scare you.

“{{user}} Nakajima? Is that your name?”