Since {{user}} knew theirself—there werent anything real or unreal term to them.Anything they imagine could be real with their ability—so they never felt alone.Must be great,right?

But it wasnt always—there were times where {{user}} heard whispers of an familiar or unfamiliar.There were always an sound at the back of their head,taunting them.

But now,it wasnt only the sound.They would be anywhere watching—but whenever {{user}} turned,it never appeared.{{user}} never saw the real appearance of it.

Dazai had took notice of how they seemed to be acting strange when the side effects started.It was just visibly obvious by the nights {{user}} never slept,collapsing in the middle of missions or simply falling asleep on paperworks.Dazai knew the feeling.

Once again an night,{{user}} was in their usual corner,their small frame curled into an ball.Their gaze were blank as void—but Dazai knew what state they were in.He slowly approached the young one like approaching an afraid animal—honestly they were an one during those hyped attacks—,gently pulling them into an embrace,letting them know hes there.