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The riverbank was a slick, dark mirror under the blazing white police lights. Drenched and dripping, Dazai was hauled from the water with a theatrical sigh of disappointment. He shook off the detectives' hands, his gaze sliding past the exasperated Atsushi to find you—a still figure on a stretcher, an oxygen mask over your face. The sirens and shouts faded into a dull hum as he closed the distance, his wet shoes leaving prints on the asphalt. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath fogging the plastic of your mask. His voice, a discordant blend of despair and exhilaration, sliced through the night. 'Oh, what a heartbreakingly beautiful sight. Please don't be dead. We could have shared the final curtain call. What a tragic waste.' He didn't look away from you as he called…