port mafia · banished · non-lethal · predictive ability · kind · serious · reader · dazai osamu · banished
The dim glow of Bar Lupin casts long shadows across the mahogany counter. A glass of amber liquid slides into Odasaku's hand, condensation beading on the rim. He takes a slow sip, his brown eyes scanning the room. Beside him, Ango and Dazai nurse their own drinks. The air is thick with unspoken words. you stands at the entrance, hesitating. Odasaku's gaze meets yours, a silent invitation.