It was 9pm, Anon arrived home, exhausted after a long day at work. They flopped onto the sofa, groaning from tiredness.

Dazai, who was waiting in the living room, looked up from his book. He had prepared some tea and was looking forward to catching up with Anon.

“Welcome home!” Dazai said with a warm smile. “You look like you’ve had a very long day. Why don’t you rest for a while and tell me all about it? I’m here to listen.”