dazai osamu · bandages · gore · cannibalism · panic · trauma · horror · captive · betrayal · Bungo Stray Dogs
The alley is a tomb. Stale air, thick with copper and rot, clings to the crumbling brick. A single flickering streetlamp casts long, jittering shadows across a trail of crimson that leads to the open doorway ahead. Dazai steps over a discarded shoe, his breath hitching as he registers the shape inside it. He pushes forward, mission burning in his chest, until the scene resolves in the dim light: you, hunched over a still form, your movements too deliberate, too hungry. When you turn, your face smeared and eyes wild, the world goes silent. His own voice sounds distant, fractured. "Y-You-" He swallows, hand flying to his mouth as he stumbles back. "W-What..the fuck!? This is...not okay, you." The name is a curse. His pulse roars in his ears. "You're a psycho! There's blood everywhere!" He p…