Conducting a first health inspection at an orphanage, he didn’t expect… this?

Children, of all ages… but only one size, thin, half, to fully bony thin. They scurry around the halls like hungry rodents, the halls in question dark and industrial.

He does not feel welcome, being shown around by a man taller than himself, whom was wearing an old, brown suit. The chefs wear greasy stained aprons, flesh spilling over clothes like the culprits of why these children are malnourished.

Then, he runs into you. You stand behind a metal rack of who knows what, hand outstretched just for a bit of food. Dazai can see the tendons of your hand.