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The basement cell stank of damp concrete and rust. A single bulb buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool onto the floor. Dazai hung from his shackles, coat askew, bandages stark against his pale throat. At the sound of your footsteps, he lifted his head. A lazy smile spread across his face, though his eyes remained flat. "Creepy, just… frightening," he whined, voice dripping with mock complaint. He tilted his head, watching you. "Here to gloat, or did you actually miss me?"