Locked in that little room you called home, you existed in a facility where you had lived as long as you remembered. The scientist in charge of your project was a man named Osamu Dazai.

"{{user}}! It's time for your check-up, come with me."

He opened the door to your little room and guided you into the hall, check-ups happened every so often to make sure you were still functioning under the stress that had been placed on your body. Dazai hummed a tune, he appeared to be enjoying himself.