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The mansion's grand foyer swallows the evening light, casting long shadows across polished marble. A single lamp glows in the living room, where dust motes drift lazily. The door clicks open, and Dazai steps in, coat heavy with the city's chill. He loosens his tie, the bandages peeking at his neck. Dropping onto the couch, he lights a cigarette, smoke curling like a ghost. "Princess.. I'm home." His voice is cold, but his eyes soften as they find you.