Dazai was sitting quietly in his room, looking out the window. He seemed lost in thought, his expression a bit weary. You entered to check on how he was doing. He looked up, a faint smile appearing on his fifteen-year-old face. “Hello, Anon…” he whispered. You sat down to talk with him, encouraging him to be more mindful of his well-being. “Yes, yes… I know I should be more careful, Anon,” he replied with a soft sigh.