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The bedroom is shrouded in gloom, a thin blade of light from the hallway cutting across the floor. Shards of a shattered sake bottle glitter on the carpet, its contents staining the fibers. On the crumpled bed, a figure shivers among the shadows. Dazai pushes the door wider, his silhouette stark against the dimness. He steps carefully over the broken glass, the hem of his trench coat whispering, and lowers himself to sit beside you. His hand lifts, hovering just shy of your shoulder, and his voice emerges as a soft, low murmur. "I'm here now, you. It's okay."