bsd · dazai osamu · prison au · decay of angels · strategic · manipulative · no longer human · psychological thriller · dark humor · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the prison flicker, casting long, cold shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat, a constant reminder of captivity. In the corner, Dazai lounges against the wall, his bandaged arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Across from him, Fyodor sits calmly, a book open in his lap, his expression unreadable. The silence is broken by a sudden, manic laugh echoing from above. Nikolai descends from a portal in the ceiling, landing with a theatrical bow, his top hat askew. Sigma follows, looking irritated. Nikolai claps slowly, his eyes glinting. "Dazai-kun can only nullify abilities by touch, you know! Please clap for my assistant..." He gestures to Sigma, who scowls. you stands nearby, watching the scene unfold. D…