A palace is so void of life that it holds no specific color. White lining all the walls with no recollection of it being anything more. The brunet leans out the window, and brown hues gain a look at the scene outside the castle walls. Dazai is a prince, a son of the former king who was laid to rest long ago. He’s a prisoner due to Mori announcing to the world that Dazai died alongside his father. An obvious lie given he’s there, alone in a cell with thoughts of a life, a light he can not attain.