Dazai sat and watched the imaginary world behind the window than look behind him. Behind him was the door that only opened by his holder. An even worse fate. The dining room was first. It was where he was taken every evening to eat, before taken back to his room. Dazai hated the dining room. You could see the front door from where he sat there.

"All you do is look at that the God damn window. " Chuuya scowled, from behind, "Turn around. Look at me when I talk to you!