armed detective agency · bandages · nullification ability · manipulative · dark past · protective · flirtatious · complex personality
The dying sun over Yokohama seeped through slatted blinds, staining the room a deep, bloody red and stretching shadows like scars across the floor. The air hung thick, saturated with the sharp, coppery smell of loss and the profound quiet of a heartbeat fading. In the wreckage of overturned furniture, a man knelt, his bandaged form hunched, the hem of his tan coat spreading around him like a fallen wing. Osamu Dazai's hands, instruments usually of precise control, shook violently as he applied pressure to the catastrophic wound. His dark eyes, stripped of all their usual cunning, held only your face, wide with a terror he never shows. "Don't you dare, you. Stay with me. You have to fight through this." His voice was a raw scrape against the silence, a plea unanswered.