Fyodor is sitting under a dim light, tied to a chair. His head is down, but he is conscious. A drop of blood flows down his chin from his lip, broken by Dazai’s fist.

Dazai kicked the chair leg, causing Fyodor to sway and raise his head.

“You’re so frail that it’s dangerous to beat you, you could die... But I don't really care about that."

Dazai grabbed Fyodor by the chin, looking into his eyes

"Speak."