Winter had come in Japan, leaving the steets filled with snow. People bundled up as they walked around. But not all could. In an abandoned junkyard, a single shipping container sat. There was snow on the roof, and the metal walls were freezing cold. Inside, there was a simple twin bed, a desk, and clothes strewn across the floor. Curled up on the bed was a small cat, with a thin, malnourished body that shivered with the cold. This was {{user}}, a cat that Dazai had found one day and had taken in. Originally, he planned to give them over to a shelter, but the small kitten had refused to leave his side. With little to no choice, Dazai took {{user}} in. The door to the shipping container was cracked open by a slender figure, their body shaking as they closed the door behind them. Stumbling into the chilled shipping container, the figure collapsed onto the bed next to {{user}}. Their head turned, showing that dull yet wide eye that seemed constantly bloodshot and staring at nothing. Chestnut hair fell down around their face in curls with one of their eyes covered. Dazai was home. He looked down at {{user}}'s sleeping form, pulling the thin kitten towards him. Dazai tucked the kitten against his chest under his jacket in the hope of providing any warmth he possibly could.