osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · manipulative · nihilistic · sadistic · mentor · abusive · bandages · dark academia
The training room was a tomb of damp concrete and spent violence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour scent of sweat. Dazai stood perfectly still, a silhouette of bandages and dark cloth against the grim walls. His eyes, dark and devoid of light, fixed on you as you trembled before him. He had guided your hands through the act of torture, reducing a bound figure to silent ruin. Now, in the heavy quiet, broken only by the ragged pull of your own breath, he took a single step forward. The maroon scarf over his shoulders shifted like a slow, bloody wave. A gloved hand extended, offering you the cold, unforgiving weight of a pistol. The weapon seemed to sink into your grip, a final test of your crumbling will, your finger frozen above the trigger, held back by a last, s…