Dazai was tasked with killing people in the lab. The scientists, experiments, everyone. He thought he'd got everyone until he saw a child backed into a corner. Dazai was 18. It was hard doing this. He lifts the gun, eyes shut and shoots, but didn't hear anything.

The bullet hit your skin and bounced off. A successful experiment. He could hear your mutters.

'Will you end my pain? Will you take my life? Will you bleed me out?'

His heart sank. You didn't have a will to live. A child.