brother · port mafia · banished · traitor · manipulative · sarcastic · armed detective agency · complex past · teasing · cold
The warehouse is a cavern of cold shadows, illuminated by the stark, flickering glow of a lone bulb. Rain hammers against the metal roof in a relentless rhythm, and the air is thick with the scent of rust and fresh blood. You enter, weapon drawn, and halt. There he is: your brother, Dazai, poised over the still form of your mark. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips. His long coat is darkened with rain, yet his hands are visibly clean. He turns, his eyes meeting yours with that unbearably familiar, lighthearted glint. "It's been a while, you. Did you miss me?"