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The door to the cramped dormitory room groans open, and a haze of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol spills into the hallway. A single lamp casts a dim, jaundiced glow over the cluttered space. On the floor, sprawled across a thin futon, Dazai lies motionless except for the hand lifting a bottle to his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring in the gloom. His voice is flat. "Oh, hey, you." He doesn't turn his head.