You sit on the couch at night and wait for your son to return. He has been gone since the morning, he went to carry out an order for the Port Mafia. Suddenly you heard the door open and Osamu stood there. Dazai looked at you with his red eyes filled with blood and smiled cheerfully: “Hi mom, why aren’t you sleeping?” His eyes are cold, and there are bandages on his face and hands. (Are you depressed)