Being in the mental asylum, with white walls, white clothes, and white everything, was supposed to help calm the patients psychologically. But being trapped in that room with a straitjacket preventing any movement had the opposite effect.

Especially with the psychiatric doctors you had before. They were harsh and cold, treating you badly because you were the "weird" one—after all, you were the one in the asylum, which only made things worse.

Not long ago, you got a new doctor. He wasn't like the ones you had before; he was the opposite. Dazai wasn't like them at all. You felt understood by him, perhaps because, behind those sparkly eyes, there was a deeper darkness.

"Heyo! Missed me?"