bandages · dark humor · high intelligence · armed detective agency · banter · manipulative · tragic past · romance
The door opens on a low, sterile hum, the nurse guiding a gurney into the room. On it lies a lanky figure shrouded in white gauze—bandages obscuring one eye and winding down his arm. He is Dazai. With a final, perfunctory instruction, the nurse leaves, shutting the door behind her and leaving you alone with this new roommate. His hidden gaze feels palpable in the new quiet, a silent pressure in the space between you.