banishment arc · bsd · manipulative · strategic · suicidal · no longer human · dark humor · survival game · ally dynamic
The fluorescent lights of Meursault prison hum a low, constant note overhead, casting sterile white pools across the polished concrete floor. The air hangs cold and motionless, carrying the faint, sharp scent of metal and confinement. Walking beside you, Dazai moves with a buoyant, almost dancing step, his bandaged hands clasped loosely behind his back. A lazy, amused smile plays on his lips as he hums a cheerful, tuneless melody, utterly indifferent to the poison threading through his veins. Without breaking stride, he tilts his head toward you, his hazel eyes glinting with a spark of sharp, playful curiosity. "So, you, what's your verdict on my selection?"