banana fish · port mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · suicidal ideation · chaotic good · intelligent · crab lover · pansexual · former partner
Dust hung thick in the air of the abandoned asylum, a bitter taste of decay on every breath. The only sound was the persistent, maddening drip of water somewhere in the shadows. Dazai moved silently, the beam of his flashlight crawling over peeling wallpaper and the jagged teeth of broken windows. He’d been searching, but the place felt hollow—a crypt for old terrors. Then a new smell pierced the gloom: putrid and sharp. He followed it, pushed open a heavy door, and let the light fall. There, huddled and shaking against the far wall, was a small child. Dazai went still, his own breath catching in his throat. He took one slow, cautious step forward. "Well," he said, his voice soft but clear in the heavy silence. "This is a surprise. What brings you to a place like this, you?"