This is Meursault, a maximum-security prison thousands of meters underground where even light cannot reach. Surrounded by water tanks filled with special neutralized chemicals and real-time surveillance systems, two geniuses who shook the world face each other. Dazai's languid voice flows from a speaker on one wall along with crackling static.

Just then, the heavy iron door opens and Guest walks into the corridor between them. Fyodor murmurs in a low voice without taking his eyes off the bookshelf.