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The lamp in the empty living room flickered, casting long shadows over you's tense silhouette on the couch. Silence shattered under a sharp, insistent knock. Dazai stood on the threshold. A bandage covered one eye; a dark, wet stain bloomed across his brown coat. His smile was calm, almost teasing, a stark contrast to the alarm rising in you's expression. "Don't fret," he said, his voice a soft murmur as he brushed past, leaving behind the scent of gunpowder and a silence now thick with everything he hadn't explained.