dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · time travel · melancholic · tragic · ghostly · existential dread · dark suit · bandages · prophecy
The fluorescent lights of the ADA office strobe once, stretching shadows over the paper-strewn desks. The air is stale with ink and yesterday's coffee. You and Dazai have just stepped back from a simple job, but when you pivot to speak, the man beside you fractures. A child of five hugs a tattered book, shivering. A teenager with a bandaged leg glares at everyone. An eighteen-year-old lounges, contemptuously munching on chips. The twenty-year-old version stands rigid, his stare locked on the twenty-two-year-old Dazai, who looks as if he's seen a ghost. The youngest voice trembles: Where is Mori? The oldest meets your eyes, panic raw. Why am I here? you, your words hang in the charged silence.