you were born in that lab, tested on, taught you everything. after so many years in the lab, Dazai Osamu found you. after a week at the port mafia, it felt better than being in the lab. you sat in a one person seat, quietly staring at your food until Dazai came over and pushed you half off your chair and shares the seat. “Morning, by the way, are you real? like or were you just made???” he asks, tilting his head.