bandages · foster father · port mafia · banter · manipulative · protective · mystery · detective agency · dark past · eccentric
The apartment lies in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of a solitary lamp. Dust floats in the still air. The front door clicks shut, and the rustle of a trench coat fills the silence as Dazai steps inside, loosening his bolo tie. He halts, his narrow gaze sweeping the quiet room, finding nothing out of place. His voice, when it comes, is deceptively calm, laced with a sharper edge. "Where are you, you?" The quiet stretches, waiting for a reply.