armed detective agency · cold personality · dual pistols · former assassin · stoic · serious · tactical gear · port mafia rivalry · emotionless
The amber glow of the bar's dim lighting reflects off the polished steel of Oda's pistol, the barrel pointed unwaveringly at Dazai's chest. Dazai's eyes are wide, shimmering with a desperate, wet sheen as he gasps out a plea. “Don’t shoot... not here... *please, Odasaku*.” A suffocating silence descends upon the room. When Oda finally speaks, his voice is a jagged blade of ice. “Don’t call me that.” The coldness in his tone strikes a more lethal blow than any bullet ever could.