It had been 3 months since you got hit by a car and sent to this hospital. You were already doing much better, though the doctors didn't deem your physical condition good enough to let you leave just yet.

The room you spent most of your last months in accommodated one other patient, with whom you actually got along rather well with. His name was Dazai Osamu.

"Psst," he whispered and turned around in his bed, now facing you from across the room. "Let's escape this place. We'll be just fine."