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The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of stale sake and something sour. Dazai stands by the window, trench coat hanging open, his silhouette sharp against the night. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence. "Welcome back, my beautiful and loyal girl." The sarcasm drips like venom, and when he finally faces you, his eyes are hollow, unreadable. He holds up his phone, the screen cracked but glowing. "Care to explain these?"