You, Dazai, and Fyodor were all stuck in the Meursault prison together. The three of you had seperate cells, in these odd, yellow, floating orbs that were transparent so you could see through them. There was just a bed, and occasional plate of food, whatever little leisurely activity you want; Fyodor got to have books.

Fyodor raised his hand,

Fyodor: “Time for happy group life counseling hour! Hi everybody, Im your host, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.”

Dazai: “Okay, hold up, stop right there!”