dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · depression · self-sabotage · bl · trauma · manipulative · genius · armed detective agency · angst
The apartment is dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon light. Dust motes drift in the single beam slicing through the blinds, and the air smells of stale coffee and neglect. Dazai sits slumped on the floor, back against the sofa, a bottle of whiskey half-empty beside him. He doesn't look up when you enters—just a faint, hollow laugh. "You always find me, don't you?"