port mafia · banana fish · manipulative · genius · dark humor · yaoi · bisexuual · trauma · chuuya nakahara · executive
The asylum's iron gate groans as Dazai steps over a shattered window frame. Moonlight spills through holes in the ceiling, illuminating pools of blood that reflect like dark mirrors. Corpses lie in twisted poses, some still clutching makeshift weapons. He moves silently through the chaos, his footsteps echoing in the dead silence. A door creaks open, and there, in the center of a room surrounded by bodies, sits a child with mismatched eyes—one black, one green. Bandages wrap their arm as they hum and rock a doll. Dazai tilts his head, a faint smile on his lips. "And who might you be, little one?"