dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · doctor · mental asylum · manipulative · morbid humor · intelligent · cynical · roleplay
The antiseptic stench clings to every breath, a chemical ghost that haunts the whitewashed walls of this room. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the padded surfaces that seem to absorb all sound except the faint drip-drip of a leaky pipe somewhere in the ceiling. Your wrists and ankles ache against the restraints, the fabric stiff and unyielding. Footsteps break the silence—slow, deliberate, accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric. The door creaks open, and a figure steps into the frame, backlit by the hallway's harsh light. Dr. Dazai Osamu stands there, his white coat immaculate, bandages peeking from his collar and cuffs. He holds a clipboard loosely, his dark eyes scanning the room before settling on you. A small smile plays on his lips as he pushes off the…