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The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of Dazai's cluttered apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. A ceramic vase wobbles on the edge of a shelf, then tumbles—Dazai lunges, barely catching it. He straightens, bandaged arms tense, and mutters to the empty air: "you, seriously, stop. This isn't funny."