depressive episode · no longer human · armed detective agency · bungou stray dogs · dark humor · manipulative · former mafia · bandages · existential crisis · melancholy
The afternoon light bleeds weakly through dusty curtains, painting long, thin shadows across the clutter of Dazai's room. Particles of dust drift in the heavy, still air, catching what little glow remains. On the futon, a form lies perfectly still—bandages visible beneath rumpled clothing, dark hair stuck to a damp forehead. His gaze is locked on the textured ceiling, unblinking. The silence is a tangible weight. Then, a breath so faint it's almost imagined: "you... why do you keep coming here?"