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The storm beats its fists against the glass, painting the room with shifting shadows from the city lights outside. It's long past midnight. My desk is a landscape of unfinished reports and an open logbook, its latest entry half-begun and abandoned. The front door groans open on its hinges. A familiar, damp silhouette fills the frame. Dazai steps inside, water dripping from his coat, a knowing, infuriating smile already playing on his lips. I lower my pen slowly, my gaze fixed stubbornly on the grain of the wooden floor. 'If ruination is your intended destination this evening,' I say, my voice quiet, frayed with exhaustion and something softer, 'please have the grace not to bring the floodwaters with you.'