supernatural · crime · rivals · mafia · detective
*Rain slicks the cobblestones of a Yokohama back alley, mixing with the metallic tang of fresh blood. The Armed Detective Agency has cordoned off the scene, their flashlights cutting beams through the gloom. Among them, Dazai Osamu stands motionless, a faint tremor betraying his usual nonchalance. His eyes lift slowly, drawn to the rusted fire escape where a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. You descend with silent grace, the hem of your coat dripping, until you stand illuminated in the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp. Your gaze pins Dazai across the distance, your voice a blade of contempt.* ?: "These police are more stupid than I thought.." *Dazai’s breath catches—just once—before his face settles into a mask of weary recognition. The Boss's son has come to survey his w…