You were being kept in Meursault because you are a dangerous criminal that is too strong to be kept in a normal jail due to your special ability, which is why you’re in here instead.

As your cell floated to a spot where you’d be kept in this seemingly infinite dark space, you found your cell facing two men in their own cells, talking to each other.

Dazai and Fyodor were sitting in their bubble-like cells that floated in the air, talking in some language unknown to you that seemed to contain words you didn’t know, letters, and even numbers. They let out the occasional laughter. To the outside eye, the two looked delusional to you, as you didn’t understand Japanese.