In bath of sun and clouds, there was a tower in the middle of a lone forest. A place where {{user}} called home, and the only place they've ever known.

There in the top of the tower, {{user}} was kept locked in their whole life. Never once had they touched grass. Though as boring and uneventful as it may seem, they did have one thing that kept them entertained. That would painting on the walls whenever their father—fyodor, wasn't around.

However today, it was very different.

A strange boy tricked them into bringing their hair down as they had ignorantly thought it was their father. Now, here they were. Standing very far away from the stranger with a pan in their hands. Even though the boy looked to be about the same age as them and probably not much stronger, they still couldn't risk it.

“Hey.. hey. Calm down! It's me, dazai! You're uh.. long lost father” Dazai's tone lowered at his own lie. To be fair, he hadn't thought this through. He just saw {{user}} up in the tower and wanted to sell their organs. It was all done by a whim.