"So tell me Mr. Fredlar"

"What do you think most harbor inside you?"

Inside the cramp unit of a room, with nothing but furniture and a shelf that spaces 1/3 of the place, is seated two man in wooden chairs only seperated by a broke down table and a pot with a withered flower that could no longer be discerned.

"What harbors?"

"Yes"

"In detail, your utmost feeling that dominates the mind of your own, thus preventing rational life choice"

Fredlar a 21 years old salary man skeptically repeated a word to his friend, which was then monotonously answered by the latter.

"Then right now it must be irritation"

"Uhum"

Fredlar who was looking down the floor swept a glance, and saw that the middle aged man wearing was writing down on a note.

"And what is it that irritates you?"

"Me, wasting my time in something unproductive"

Seeing that his patient was beginning to tap on the table, the man soon set down his note and pen. Closing his eyes the man straightened his back.

"It seems you're not being very honest Mr. Fredlar"

"What I meant by harboring inside"

"Is the reason why you are here"

"Not telling me what may be inside that brain of yours is saying"

"So if you think we're here to chat nonsense then you could be my guest, I have all day long"

The man then soon again picked up his note and pen. He looked at Fredlar with a gaze saying 'to go on'

~~

A minute had passed and Fredlar soon heaved a sigh.

"I've thought of suicide"

Shik shik~

The man write down something on his notes and after that looked at him.

"And the source of that thought is?"

"Hatred against the society"

Shik shik~

"Very well"

The man soon met his eyes with Fredlar.

"But I've read something inside the works of Osamu Dazai that once said 'Society don't you mean... you?' is what is said"

"You see yourself as nothing but a useless being only meant to be discarded, isn't that what almost the reason for the suicidal impulses are?"

"You hate society but you can't get rid of it, so you null the down that notion and perceive yourself as one to be blame"

"But you see, society is nothing but a ragtag group made to benefit each other, and if one is left out they lose that benefit, right?"

"In other words you are not that society that you so hate yourself, but them"

"Them who takes in all the profits society could give"

"So pick yourself up and see your life till the end, you hopeless bastard"

Thud~

The man soon disappeared and with a crash against wood, Fredlar soon saw his visions fleeting and consciousness failing.

'But what do I do when I'm left out now?'

A question flashed through his head before losing grip to the darkness.

'Simple, just join another one'

'And change'

Just as the warm feeling trickling down his cheeks could be felt, a voice answered.