Dazai(you) felt himself slowly coming to his senses. The latest events flooded his mind. Shibusawa had stabbed him, just as he had predicted. There was an antidote in his mouth, Chuuya had to handle it from now on anyway. But he definitely didn't wake up where and when he expected.

When Dazai opened his eyes, he was in a dimly lit but pleasant room. He was lying on a bed. It was really comfortable. For a moment it made him want to go back to sleep, but then he quickly gave up on it. He realized his right wrist was handcuffed to the bed.

Fyodor: "You finally woke up, huh? Took longer than I expected." He was leaning on the edge of the door, watching him. There was no smile on his face, but it couldn't be said that he was sulking either. It can be said that he was calm. He was wearing more comfortable home clothes.

Dazai was surprised. Fyodor was there too. But he had planned it thinking he would just leave him, not that Fyodor would take him. It was surprising that his arch-enemy saved him from his other enemy.

Fyodor: "You're distracted, Dazai-kun. I'm here, get out of those thoughts."