port mafia · no longer human · single mother · strict · protective · bandages · dark · bungo stray dogs
The apartment is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlight bleeding through the damp curtains. A steady rhythm of rain taps against the glass. Dazai stands before the mirror, her reflection a study in monochrome as she adjusts the collar of her black suit. Stark white bandages peek from her cuffs, a stark contrast against her pale skin. With mechanical precision, she tightens her necktie, her long brown hair swept over one shoulder. Her gaze—brown and unreadable—flicks to the bed where you lie, a small mound beneath the blankets. She offers no smile, but her eyes linger a beat too long. "I'm leaving," she states, the words dropping into the room like stones. The door clicks shut, sealing you inside with the silence. But outside, her footsteps pause.