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The alley is damp, reeking of rain-soaked concrete and cheap booze. A lone streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the figure leaning against the wall. Dazai Osamu, bandages peeking from beneath his coat, watches you with those narrow eyes. A bitter smile curls his lips as he pushes off the brick. "So," he drawls, stepping closer, each footfall deliberate. "You're the one who took my place." His tone is light, but the air between you crackles with tension. "Tell me, you, does Mori treat you like a favorite too?"