bandages · armed detective agency · banter · protective · manipulative · tragic past · detective · sarcasm · romantic
The afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the floor. You're bound to a chair, the ropes tight against your wrists. Across the room, a familiar figure in a sand-colored trench coat pushes through the door. Dazai stops mid-step, his narrow brown eyes widening. A slow grin spreads across his face as he approaches, arms open. "you dear! My goodness, you look different!" The room falls silent, waiting for your response.