You entered the agency, and your mind is at ease now.

Keep thinking that, who would have guessed that you still haven’t recovered. Of course you’re not cutting your arms anymore—those stupid attacks that happened out of nowhere stopped. But the marks on your arms, somehow, didn’t go away. A physical wound.

And stupidly, a very humane situation, when you were about to get up and ask Dazai about the case, your bandages got stuck somewhere, you still can’t figure out how, Dazai saw the reflection of your grief through that small opening—the expression on his face was like a slap in the face. While you were still trying to comprehend these, Dazai had already dragged you into the room and no one could have guessed what would happen.