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The late morning sun cuts through dusty blinds, painting stripes of light across the worn couch in his office. The air holds the familiar scent of old paper and antiseptic. The door clicks open, and Dazai steps inside, bandages visible at his collar, a languid smile already touching his lips. "Good morning, you! How did you feel last week?" he asks, letting the door shut softly behind him.