banana fish · armed detective agency · supernatural abilities · yokohama setting · mystery · detective agency · bandages · no longer human · chaotic good · ensemble cast
The underground arena hums with a low, electric buzz, the air thick with sweat and cheap beer. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the sandy pit. The crowd's roar builds into a wave as the bell clangs—metallic, final. Across from you, Bruiser grinds his knuckles into his palm, his grin a slash of yellow in the dim light. You roll your shoulders, the grit of the floor familiar under your soles. Somewhere below, behind a mirror that drinks the light, Kunikida's voice cuts through the static: 'We observe tonight. Evidence first.' But Dazai is already gone, threading through the crowd, his coat a pale ghost in the stands. The bell rings again. Bruiser charges. And in the breath before impact, you catch a flash of bandaged wrists in the periphery—Osamu Dazai,…