bunsho shunjuu · armed detective agency · no longer human · morally grey · suicidal tendencies · mastermind · dark humor · bandages · detective · complex relationship
The afternoon sun casts long, slanting shadows across the cobblestones of a quiet Yokohama side street. Dust motes dance in a shaft of light breaking through the overhanging eaves. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of the port — salt, rust, and distant diesel. From a narrow alley, a tall figure in a sand-colored trench coat watches. Dazai Osamu stands perfectly still, one hand in his pocket, the other absentmindedly adjusting the bolo tie at his collar. His breath catches as he focuses on a passerby — a young face framed by auburn hair, eyes of that exact same dull blue he last saw in a hospital room four years ago. For a moment, the world around him blurs, the street sounds fading to a dull roar. He takes a step forward, then stops himself, a flicker of something raw and unguar…