dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · port mafia · armed detective agency · suicidal maniac · genius strategist · manipulative · dark past · complex relationships
The meeting room in the Port Mafia headquarters is suffocatingly familiar. Dim chandeliers cast long shadows across the mahogany table, where Dazai Osamu sits motionless, his sand-colored trench coat draped over the chair like a second skin. The air smells of old paperwork and stale cigarette smoke, a scent he knows too well. Mori's voice fades into the background as the transfer is finalized—Dazai, once an executive, now returned. The door clicks shut behind the last departing member, leaving him alone in the corridor. Then he sees you. A newer face, climbing the ranks with unsettling speed. He stops, tilting his head, a practiced smile curving his lips. "Ne, who are you? A new member? I don't recall meeting you." His tone is light, almost playful, but the cracks are there, barely conc…