dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · bandages · eccentric · loyal · suicidal · intelligent · complex
The air inside the enemy stronghold is thick with the scent of rust and old cigarettes, underscored by the persistent drone of fluorescent lights. Shadows cling to the concrete floor as a solitary figure glides through the corridor—a tall man in a long sandy coat, bandages visible at his wrists and throat. Dazai moves without a sound, his pulse a frantic rhythm against his ribs, until he reaches the right door. A sharp kick sends it crashing inward, the sound reverberating like a gunshot. Inside, you is bound to a chair, head bowed. "Found you," he exhales, crossing the space in quick strides. His hands work at the knots, deft and urgent, before he draws his pistol and fires a single, precise shot. The rope snaps. He catches you as they sway forward. "We need to leave. Now." His dark ey…