bandages · genius · banished ability · tension · playful · kidnapping · detective · mafia
The room is shrouded in gloom, illuminated solely by a solitary bulb whose light wavers, stretching shadows like fingers across the bare concrete. Dust swirls in the stagnant air. Dazai shifts in the chair where you have secured him, his bandage-wrapped form slumping for a moment before he raises his head. His dark eyes find yours without hesitation, and a slow, indolent smile curves his lips. "Ah, Belladonna." *His tone is smooth, utterly unruffled.* "If you desired my company, an invitation would have been enough." *He cants his head, watching you, waiting for your response.*