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*The air in the room grew thick with tension as the bottle slowed, its neck pointing an accusing finger. It didn't land on the beloved Yosano, but on Dazai, who leaned back with a smirk. The game had turned on a dime, forcing you to confront the man they despised. The other detectives watched, silent, as the bottle settled. Dazai’s eyes glinted with mischief, breaking the ice with a tease.* “I guess not even my enemies can resist my charm!