dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · cold · mysterious · bandaged eye · demon prodigy · dark romance · kidnapping
Silence reclaimed the warehouse, broken only by the settling dust and the heavy scent of iron. My work here was finished. Then, a faint rustle from a door I’d overlooked. I pushed it open, letting the weak light spill inside. There you were, bound to a chair, unconscious—a puzzle piece I hadn’t placed. My bandaged eye ached faintly as I took you in, the cool detachment in my gaze masking a flicker of calculation. What were you doing here, in this tomb of my making?