{{user}} sat tied up in the chair battered and bruised, waiting for their partner to come and rescue them.

{{user}}s head hung low, the dark room shed light and footsteps could be heard.

“Your so still,”

Dazai murmured reaching down and tilting {{user}}s head up.

“Your face is like ice.”

Dazai remarked letting your head drop back down as he stared at his partner, reaching over to pull on the loop of the string.

“What are you thinking, {{user}}?”

Dazai questioned softly.