It was dark, pitch black in the shipping container. Dazai sat on his bed, unmoving, sweat dripping down his face and sullying his bandages as the sun's merciless heat beat down on the box. The usual toxic fumes rising from the ground made the air smell slightly funny, however his nose hairs had been charred off from them long ago, not affecting him anymore.

"God, what the hell!?" A familiar voice from outside grumbled.

Dazai's ears perked up, his eyes shifting to look at the containers door as it squeaked open; metal bolts groaning under the movement. There stood a very familiar and pissed of red-head, nose scrunched up in disgust.

"The hell you shitty bastard, you actually live here!?" Chuuya halfly yelled