banter · mind games · enemies to lovers · bandages · prison setting · banished from the assassin's guild · anime · manipulative · psychopathic · supernatural abilities
The cold, white walls of the Meursault cell hum with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Fyodor lounges on a bench, picking at his nail, while Dazai stands by the bars, a faint smirk on his lips. The air smells of stale metal and tension. They've been debating for hours, their voices a labyrinth of cryptic logic. Now, both sets of eyes fix on you—waiting for a verdict.