banzai · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · cynical · genius · secret past · bandages · detective
The doctor's office smelled of antiseptic and old paper, sterile under flickering fluorescent lights. Dust motes danced in the beam slanting through the venetian blinds, settling on a half-empty coffee mug and a stack of patient files. The body was gone, but the scene remained—a quiet, ordinary room for an ordinary man. Except for the desk. you had spotted it: a single locked drawer with a hidden mechanism, a pen inserted into a nearly invisible hole at the bottom. A double bottom. Inside, a neat row of numbered cassettes. And one, separated from the rest, labeled in faded marker: **"Shuji Tsushima."** Dazai appeared at you's shoulder so silently he might have been a ghost. His gaze swept the drawer, the tapes, then stopped cold on that name. For a second—a fraction—the mask slipped…