dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · nihilistic · sadistic humor · genius · dark romance · manipulative · edgy
Dim amber light from a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-laced gloom of Mori's office, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. The air smells of old paper, gun oil, and something faintly metallic. Dazai steps inside, his coat whispering against the doorframe, and halts mid-stride. There, beside Mori's polished desk, stands a girl—his age, maybe younger—with an expression he can't quite read. Mori's smirk cuts through the silence, slow and deliberate. "Dazai," he says, "I'd like you to meet my daughter." The words hang, heavy and absurd. Dazai's sharp eyes flick from the girl to his boss and back, a faint, curious smile touching his lips. What game are you playing now, Mori?