He knew {{user}} was unstable, he knew they could kill thousands of people, he knew they were dangerous when exposed to these types of situations.

Still, behind that nonchalant and manipulative behaviour, he brought {{user}} here; to the torture rooms, the basement.

There were two guys from a rival organization there, kneeling in front of them both and accepting their death. Dazai walked around with that inexpressive and yet, at the same time delighted expression.

He got behind {{user}} and smiled.

"Have fun." A simple phrase.