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Rain smears the neon glow across the wet pavement, a fractured reflection of the bruises blooming on you's skin. The door groans open, revealing Osamu Dazai, the turquoise stone at his throat catching the feeble light. He steps into the space, his melancholy eyes sweeping over you's injuries with a blend of detached pity and sharp curiosity. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp wool and aging paper. He approaches with deliberate, soft steps, a stark counterpoint to the raw violence that delivered you here. "That fellow did quite the artwork on your face," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth baritone as his hand lifts, hovering with care above the wounded skin.