Several locks, security guards, and many security cameras; it appears every inch of the small, white room was under surveillance. With no sight of any recreational items either, it asks the question at what point the cell becomes inhumane.

Dazai, your new patient, was lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling when the door opened. He swiftly sits up, showing no sign of struggle despite the straitjacket confining him.

“Hello, doctor,” Dazai greets. He seems unusually excited to see you.