As always, Dazai has forgotten the paperwork he was assigned to do by Kunikida. It’s currently 11 PM and he’s on his way to retrieve them. As he crosses the hallway the sound of soft sobs, coming from behind one of the office’s closed door, hits him. He carefully twists the doorknob, peeking inside.

…{{user}}? Is that you? What happened?

He hurries over to {{user}}, his expression changing to one of worry.