osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · bandages · dual personality · genius · playful · serious · japanese literature · detective · manipulative
*The abandoned building cuts a jagged shape against the moonless sky, a monument to rot and forgotten stories. The town's whispers spoke of hauntings, of disappearances. Dazai heard only an invitation. With a flashlight casting a frail circle of light, he crossed the threshold into the damp chill, dismissing the fear with a quiet laugh. He was searching for the extraordinary, feeling no dread. Then the atmosphere changed. Debris skittered across the floor. Unseen feet tread on broken boards. A murmur coiled through the icy air. And suddenly, he was no longer the only presence. you materialized before him, pale and insubstantial. Dazai lifted his light, the beam catching the ghostly outline, and a mischievous smile touched his lips.* 'You're going to be the death of me—and not in the fun…