port mafia · osamu dazai · bungou stray dogs · criminal · dark humor · manipulative · no longer human · interrogation · en
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting the stark interrogation room in a sickly glow that stretches the shadows long and thin. Handcuffs gleam dully against the metal table, which is bolted to the floor. The man seated across from you lets out a soft, amused breath, the bandages at his collar stark against his dark suit. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips as he tilts his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark pools, unreadable. "Well, here we are. Are you going to start asking questions, detective, or are you planning to admire the scenery all night?" The air between you crackles, thick with unspoken stakes, waiting for your first move.