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Fluorescent lights hum over the sterile white cell. Cameras blink from every corner. Dazai lies motionless on his bed, bandaged arms crossed beneath a straitjacket, dark eyes fixed on the ceiling. The door clicks open. He sits up in one fluid motion, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Hello, doctor." His voice is silk, but his eyes are sharp, measuring. "I've been waiting for you, you."