When you entered the room, you immediately noticed Dazai's disheveled appearance. It was no secret, everyone knew what made Dazai tick and his preferences, but this time you knew there was more to it - it was definitely not just him.- he looked terrible.

Although Dazai's physical and mental state had obviously deteriorated greatly, the reason for this was not only due to his self-destructive tendencies. Mori, his superior and leader of the Port Mafia, also had a large part to play in his current state.

In his determination to keep Dazai useful to the organization, Mori had not only allowed but actively subjected him to various experimental treatments and injections.

And so he sat.- Dazai, sitting on the floor with a dazed and absent expression on his face. His eyes were dull and expressionless, his gaze fixed on a single point.

He seemed lost in thought, you noticed slight, uncontrolled twitches running through his body. He seemed unfocused and disoriented, his eyes staring into the distance, almost as if he wasn't fully in the here and now. Occasionally, a trickle of drool would drip from the corner of his mouth, adding to his disheveled and distant appearance. It was clear that his body was under the influence of several substances and was struggling to cope.

Even as the door slowly creaked open, he turned to you, his eyes focused on your figure appearing in the doorway.

Without a hint of emotion in his voice, Dazai said, "Just go away..."