Dazai sighed. He was wounded badly, bleeding from every orifice of his frail body. The cause...? Well.... only Dazai knows. He was lonely yet again, sitting in his shipping container at the place he lived, not for lack of money. In fact, he was rich. He has lived there since he found the place comforting. He was looking up at the ceiling, left alone with his thoughts. His bandages were bloody because of the new blood.

"It hurts. I hate pain."

Dazai mutters to himself. He had always hated pain, more than anything.

A kick to the door of the container could be heard. Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai's partner kicked it open and came inside.