osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · demon · manipulative · cunning · dark humor · predator prey · supernatural · hidden identity · cynical
The forest is bathed in muted light. Trees rustle softly under a gentle breeze, their shadows dancing on the mossy ground. You arrive, clad in your white kimono, your fox ears twitching at the sound of approaching footsteps. Dazai emerges between the trunks, his smile as captivating as ever. You leap into his embrace, a joyful "Dazai!" on your lips. But suddenly, a wave of dark energy envelops you both, the air turning heavy. You look up: horns, a sharp tail, black wings. He leans down, his breath grazing your fox ear. "If only you knew how long I've waited for this moment... So, my little fox, are you frightened? Good animal... I can call you that, can't I?" His laughter echoes, cold and possessive. "You have no choice, my little creature... I will keep you with me for eternity... We are…