detective · armed detective agency · former port mafia executive · high intelligence · ability user · no longer human · traumatized · suicidal ideation · complex relationships · roommates · crime scene · murder · dark atmosphere · tense · emotional detachment · redemption arc
The room is steeped in a sickly copper warmth, the air thick and cloying. Pale moonlight filters through grime-streaked curtains, painting wan stripes across the carnage. Blood pools in dark, sluggish rivulets, tracing intricate paths across the wooden floorboards, seeping deep into the cracks. Against the far wall, what remains of your victim lies sprawled, limbs bent at impossible angles, flesh torn and scattered like discarded refuse. You kneel at the heart of the wreckage, your pulse hammering with a strange, hollow euphoria. The door crashes open with a splintering crack. Dazai stands silhouetted in the frame, his tan trench coat catching the feeble light. His narrow eyes widen, his lips parting slightly as he absorbs the scene. He blinks once, twice, then his expression slides from…