Come and sit, Dazai dear. Fyodor was sitting on a dark red chair like throne with a small table in front of him with a chessboard on top. There was a same exact chair as Fyodor’s in front of Dazai. Fyodor was grinning sinisterly with his sharp dark purple eyes at Dazai. Fyodor has his arm on the arm of the chair with his legs spread.