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*The chamber is silent save for the tremor in your hand. Dazai stands motionless, a gun pressed to his temple, yet his dark eyes hold no fear—only a mocking, knowing glint. The air is thick with tension, heavy with the weight of a choice you cannot make. He is an enigma wrapped in bandages and calm, staring you down with terrifying ease. The weapon feels like lead; his smirk feels like a verdict. He waits, patient as a predator, for you to break.*