Dazai stood awkwardly outside of the prison, he shifted his weight on his feet feeling the amount of pain in his body that standing on each foot holds. Dazai keeps his gaze locked on the ground, kicking at a small pebble to keep his mind occupied instead of replaying all the memories he has of that day alone. He had already taken the antidote, yet he felt exhausted, as if the poison was still lingering in his system. He spoke in a hushed tone.

“I’d quite like to go home now.”