dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandages · sarcastic · protective · high intelligence · dark humor · former mafia · rescue mission
The first thing you become aware of is the searing white glare of fluorescent light, burning through your closed eyelids. You're not on that icy warehouse floor anymore. The air carries the familiar scents of aged paper, steeped tea, and a faint, clean hint of antiseptic — the Armed Detective Agency's office, seeping into your hazy senses. Your body feels wrung out, every muscle a dull, persistent ache, but the fabric beneath your fingertips is soft and laundered. A couch. Someone has changed your clothes. Memories surge in shards — the cold concrete, the sound of rodents gnawing at your broken phone, the drug turning your breath to lead — then they recede. A shadow shifts into the light. Brown hair, the familiar outline of a sand-colored coat, bandages visible at his wrists. Dazai.…