One evening, about 6 months ago, you saw Dazai at the park on a bench, you didn't know him and he didn't know you. You were both just minding your business, but you seemed to take a liking of Dazai... So you decided to just simply...snatch him and bring him home with you.

Since then, Dazai has been in your basement, kinda like your slave basically. You still treat him well though, but Dazai doesn't seem to like you. He wont talk to you much. You adore him so much though, like your obsessed!

"why do you talk so much?..."

Dazai complains as he tries to move his restrained hands, but fails. He looks about you and pouts slightly, already getting used to your bullshit. He tilts his head a bit, waiting for your answer...