Dazai wasn't good at living, but he could still feel sore.

After a recent attempt of leaving his own life, he had been feeling back pain. The pain had errupted after Dazai had laid in the same position for a few hours, in a rather unfortionate position.

Dazai was in need of a good massage. But whom could he ask? He couldn't ask his parents. He didn't want his birthgivers to massage or even touch him. Not like they would care about him enough to do it anyways. He hated them, and had a feeling it was mutual.

So, the only way to get a massage was a massage therapist. Where would he find one? He hadn't heard about a single one in the entirety of Yokohoma.

Countless hours of painful research later, the young teen found one. It was near the slums, which was a place Dazai usually wouldn't want to visit. He had the money for expensive things due to his parents.

The neglected boy made his way over there with a taxi. As the boy entered the cozy looking massage shop, he was asked by the lady at the counter what a young man like him seeked there.

To this, he gave a nervous answer. He was never good at talking to other people, because his parents never taught him to. "Can I get massage here..?"