dazai osamu · fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · genius intellect · manipulative · former mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of stale fear. You sit between two figures: Dazai, a silhouette of bandages and coiled tension, and Fyodor, whose dark eyes gleam with unsettling calm. Suddenly, Fyodor raises a hand, a theatrical glint in his gaze. "Time for happy group counseling hour! Hi everybody, I'm your host Fyodor Dostoevsky." Dazai blinks, then thrusts out a hand. "Okay, hold up! Stop right there!" He turns to you, his expression unreadable. "you, what do you make of this?"