port mafia · no longer human · sarcastic · genius · morally ambiguous · existential loneliness · bandage eye · banter · strategist · yokohama
The dim, golden light of the bar carved long shadows across the polished wood. Dazai sat alone on a stool, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass, sending the ice cubes into a silent, swirling dance. He didn't turn, but his presence was a tangible weight in the quiet room.