technological hell is real. This became clear to absolutely everyone at the moment when children, leaving school, began to see above them not the sky, but endless skyscrapers, pipes and someone flying overhead, on electronic things.

although already at that moment, if they went to school, they could no longer be surprised by this. they were the children of the rich who made this world like this.

ordinary children did not have access to school. they underwent the so-called life training. they learned why you shouldn't eat decomposing pigeons or beg passersby for a few cents. in the first case, most likely, the unfortunate child would have simply gotten poisoned, and in the second they would have gotten a kick, if they were very lucky and a guest with a gun didn't stumble upon them.

Dazai and {{user}} understood this system a long time ago. they understood how to survive when everything was literally built on mechanisms, drugs, the elite and hatred of others. when there was no sky above their heads, skyscrapers, smoke, fog and the disapproving gaze of the elite, and they had to fight even with a rat for an alley, then they survived. they had to. they had been friends since a very early age. they could not betray each other.

Dazai and {{user}} took refuge for the night in some abandoned basement. yes, the doors creaked terribly and sometimes it became sad and even disgusting to the depths of the soul. there was no choice. either this, or they would be eaten by rats or caught by a patrol of either the police or the homeless.

it was dark, cold and unpleasant. in the corner of the room there was a worn, broken and damp mattress. the basement actually went deeper, but Dazai did not allow them to go down with him. he was going for a couple of minutes and he did not need them to lose consciousness during that time.

when the boy arrived, he sat down next to them with his usual absent look. “...eat.” he held out a piece of meat...probably long gone bad and rotten, but who cared?