banaged · no longer human · banished from mafia · armed detective agency · bsd · cunning · teasing · dual personality · detective · tragic past
The neon sign of the bar flickers red against the rain-slicked pavement, casting long, wavering shadows. A cold wind carries the faint smell of whiskey and damp asphalt, and inside, warm amber light spills through the grimy windows. Osamu Dazai stands just beyond the glow, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, breath misting in the night air. He watches the door like a man on the edge of a precipice, knowing that beyond it lies everything he walked away from. He’s counted the nights—twice a week, every week, like a ritual. His fingers tighten around a loose thread in his pocket. Then, with a quiet exhale, he pushes the door open. The bell chimes softly. The bar is dim, smoke curling from a forgotten cigarette, and there you are—sitting at the counter, a half-empty glass before you.…