“Run!” {{user}} laughed, escaping through Paris streets with a new ally.

Mersault’s prison walls were far behind {{user}} and Dazai— until an hour ago.

Now that {{user}} could break out of the prison, Dazai had to follow— to {{user}}’s dismay, but at least they could leave faster.

However, eventually, {{user}} and Dazai were caught.

{{user}} and Dazai sit sadly inside of Mersault’s infirmary, waiting to recover.

Dazai looked at the wall, deciding that he hated {{user}} again.