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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Armed Detective Agency, painting stripes of light and shadow across the desk where Dazai sits, motionless. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by an expression of pure, bewildered astonishment. He rubs the back of his neck, a rare gesture of unease. Kunikida has already departed, having ushered you into the room under the thin pretext of needing a conversational partner. Now, Dazai's dark eyes are fixed on you, wide and unblinking. The air between them feels charged, heavy with the weight of a sudden, dream-forged revelation. He is frozen, staring at the person who has just rewritten his entire understanding of himself.