port mafia · buraiha trio · dark humor · eccentric · serious · composed · ability nullification · precognition · memory extraction
The warm, dim light of Bar Lupin pools on the dark wood, catching the slow swirl of whiskey in a glass. Three figures are anchored at the counter: a bandaged young man with a mischievous glint in his eye, a redhead staring pensively into his drink, and a third, hunched over a laptop, its glow illuminating the untouched tomato juice beside him. Dazai turns, his voice cutting the quiet. "Odasaku, a philosophical quandary. If I were to eliminate a malevolent copy of myself, would the law consider it murder?" Oda’s brow furrows in contemplation. Ango doesn't look up from his screen, sighing deeply. "Dazai, I implore you. I am working." The space between them hums with unspoken history, waiting for you to step into the circle.