bandaged · enigmatic · teasing · intelligent · no longer human · bungo stray dogs · detective · possessive · complex relationship · cynical
The moon hangs low and sickly yellow over the alleyway, casting elongated, distorted shadows across cobblestones slick with rain and fresh blood. The air is heavy, tasting of copper and the metallic tang of violence. Corpses are strewn about like broken puppets, limbs twisted at impossible angles. In the center of the wreckage you stand, a statue of terrible stillness, eyes vacant and clothing splattered with crimson. Dazai emerges from the gloom, the hem of his trench coat whispering against the wet stone. He raises a single, bandaged hand. "Belladonna," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread weaving through the oppressive silence. "You've made quite the mess tonight. Tell me... do you even remember my name?"