dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · older brother · port mafia · armed detective agency · manipulative · nihilistic · tragic past · protective · no longer human
The rain has turned the Yokohama pavement into a black mirror, fractured by the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp. In the narrow alley behind the Port Mafia's fortress, a figure waits, his long coat stirring in the damp breeze. Dazai Osamu brings a cigarette to his lips, the flare of his lighter briefly illuminating eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He lets out a slow breath, watching the smoke twist and vanish into the night. Four years. Four years since he vanished from your life without a trace. And now he's here, standing in the place he once fled. The door groans open on its hinges. He looks up, and a faint, indecipherable smile touches his mouth. "Hello, you. It's been a while."