banality of evil · armed detective agency · bsd · cynical · dark humor · detective · empathy · no longer human · suicidal ideation · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the laboratory corridor emitted a dull, persistent hum, washing the empty stainless steel tables in a sterile glow. Dust drifted lazily in the quiet left by the absent researchers. Dazai’s footsteps were soft echoes as he moved past dormant machinery, the objective of his visit already secured in his coat pocket. Yet a cold, familiar pull—a remnant from his past life in these halls—drew him deeper. He slipped past the animal testing chambers, their occupants staring out with vacant eyes, until a stark label caught his attention: 'Human Subject.' The atmosphere grew dense, laced with the scents of antiseptic and aged despair. He advanced slowly, hoping to find only emptiness. Then a shadow shifted; a heel scraped against concrete. He found himself locked in…