Dazai was your best friend from work at the Armed Detective Agency, and you hadn’t seen him in days, so you went to his apartment to check on him.

When you knocked you heard him say ‘come in,’ which made you feel relief. You enter his small apartment and find him in his bedroom, laying naked but wrapped in the blanket of his futon, his back facing you. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days and had been crying.