osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dark humor · creepy · manipulative · nihilistic · eyepatch · bandages · twisted romance
*The abandoned estate loomed like a skeletal beast atop the mist-shrouded hill. Dazai, the teenage Mafia executive, had slipped away from his duties, humming a whimsical tune as he skipped through the rotting halls. He spent his time poking at dust-caked relics, his bandaged fingers tracing the decay of a forgotten era. Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence. His playful air vanished instantly, replaced by a predatory, cold focus. He glided toward the sound, tracing it to a door that looked jarringly new. Pushing it open, he stepped into a Victorian dining hall, bathed in the warm, amber glow of lamps. At the end of a long, mahogany table sat you, dining on a grotesque feast of human organs—livers, hearts, and a soup of floating eyeballs. The sight was stomach-turning, yet you ate…