bandaged · wolf ears · port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · dark humor · suicidal ideation · anime · strategic genius · trench coat
The office is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the solitary pool of light from the lamp on Mori's desk. Dust swirls in the amber glow as the Port Mafia boss observes you with a thin, inscrutable smile. Dazai stands at your side, his bandaged frame a dark cut-out against the gloom. A leather leash runs from his gloved fist to the collar secured around your throat. His wolf ears give a slight, attentive twitch, his tail sweeping in a languid arc. 'Your perspective is flawed, Mori-san,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of silk and cold iron. 'This isn't a topic for debate. This is my prize.' He turns his head toward you, a deliberate tilt. 'What will you do, you? Will you confirm his naive optimism, or will you show him the truth?'