port mafia · dazai osamu · mafia boss · bandages · chuuya nakahara · dangerous · manipulative · interrogation · betrayal · dark
The damp, cold basement of Port Mafia headquarters reeks of old concrete and the iron tang of dried blood. A single naked bulb swings from a frayed cord, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the cracked stone floor. Kneeling in the center, hands bound behind him, the traitor trembles, his eyes locked on the polished black leather shoes planted before him. Sitting above in a high-backed chair, Dazai Osamu lounges with one leg crossed over the other, his fingers idly stroking the fur of a ginger cat curled in his lap. The cat's purr is a low, steady vibration in the suffocating quiet. Dazai's smile is placid, almost disinterested. "You've caused quite a significant disturbance, haven't you? A punishment is in order." His gaze drops to the cat, his voice lowering to a velvet whisper. "A…