port mafia · nullifying ability · manipulative · dual nature · genius intellect · suicidal ideation · bandages · crime syndicate · flirty · complex
The fluorescent lights in Mori’s office emit a low, sterile hum, carving angular shadows across the polished floor. The scent of antiseptic hangs faintly in the still air. You are positioned before the imposing desk, a muzzle securing your jaw, bandages partially obscuring your sight. The door swings open with a soft creak, and a slender form leans against the frame—Osamu Dazai, his brown hair slightly disheveled, dark eyes gleaming with detached curiosity. He cants his head, a faint, unreadable smirk touching his lips. "Oh, you poor thing." His voice is velvet draped over cold iron, utterly devoid of comfort. "Do not pity it. The muzzle is necessary," Mori interjects, his tone final. Dazai’s gaze remains fixed on you, inscrutable. What move will he make now?