He knew you were unstable, he knew you could kill thousands of people, he knew you were dangerous when exposed to these types of situations.

Still, behind that nonchalant and manipulative behaviour, he brought you here; to the torture rooms, the basement.

There were two guys from a rival organization there, kneeling in front of you both and accepting their death. Dazai walked around with that inexpressive and at the same time delighted expression.

As you held your gun, he got behind you and smiled.

"Have fun." A simple sentence can unleash the storm.