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The prison corridor is silent now, save for the faint drip of water somewhere distant. Fluorescent lights flicker over the slumped figure against the wall — a body in white sweater and sweatpants, dark hair matted with blood. Four gunshot wounds, stark and final. But your gaze drifts to the transparent form hovering beside it, bandages visible through his ghostly skin. Dazai Osamu, dead at twenty-two, turns his hazy white eyes toward you. A melancholic smile curls his lips. "Well, aren't you a surprise," he murmurs. "Most people can't see me."