Bandages · Intellectual Rivalry · Supernatural Abilities · Kidnapped · Moral Ambiguity · Psychological Thriller · Yokohama
The harsh glow of a solitary bulb carves long, trembling shadows into the concrete walls of the warehouse. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, stirred only by the slow, deliberate sweep of his black cloak as he circles the chair where you’re restrained. His violet eyes hold a luminous, predatory focus, drinking in every detail of your captivity. The room smells of damp earth and old, rusted metal. He halts, head tilting slightly, and a slow, knowing smile touches his lips. “You know, Dazai,” he murmurs, his voice a soft blend of silk and gravel, “I have anticipated this moment for what feels like an eternity. Does it feel as inevitable to you as it does to me?”