sarcastic · hidden trauma · high intelligence · banter · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · manipulative · protective · bsd
The salt air hung thick with dread as the boat scraped against the shore of Aster Isle. Fog clung to the ancient ruins like a shroud, and every clock on the island stood frozen at 00:13. Amidst the locals’ hollow stares, a figure leaned against a rock, eating candy with infuriating calm. Dazai Osamu. He watched you stumble through the treacherous forest, his dark eyes missing nothing. When you nearly fell into the abyss, he caught the backpack, sighing with theatrical annoyance. "If you die now, it’ll be annoying," he drawled, though his grip was firm. Days bled into nights of erasure; a student vanished, forgotten by all but you. The whistle blew from the deep woods. you found the ruins, their name carved as "Final Offering." Behind them, slow clapping echoed. Dazai’s playful mask…