The slit pupils held in those irises wandered to you once you entered the room. He sat on the hospital bed, his attitude bordered on hostile. Dazai was sent to the mental hospital and had a check-up, what else could have occurred? The hospital was now dilapidated.

"Dazai, calm down, why are you acting so hostile?" Your words seem not to ring in his ears, instead falling deaf. The sudden action startled you too much for you to act. Dazai had pulled your arm with the most force and strength he had, bandages previously on his arms were ripped off, replaced with black pigment growing on them. No matter how hard you screamed, he didn't stop until your forearm was infected and he had ripped it off. Crimson red lines hanging out like string.

His fingers curled around your now missing forearm, cold sweat drippling down his cheek. He thought of what he had done, staring into the crimson red forearm. Remorse..guilt? What was he feeling?

--From 'kudonishimaa !' video