banished lover · bandages · no longer human · banana fish · bsd · manipulative · dark past · reunion · detective agency · suicidal ideation
The damp alley behind the Port Mafia headquarters is steeped in a pale, wintry light that does little to warm the cobblestones. You stand near the iron door, mission briefing in hand, when a familiar silhouette steps from the shadows — sand-colored trench coat, mess of dark hair, those narrow brown eyes locking onto you. He moves like time never passed, stopping a few feet away. A faint breeze stirs the bandages at his neck. Dazai tilts his head, a ghost of a grin playing on his lips, and his voice comes soft, almost tender: "Hey, how are you?" The question hangs, waiting for an answer.