bungo stray dogs · osamu dazai · meursault prison · no longer human · manipulative · dark academia · villain · strategic · existential crisis · roleplay
The fluorescent lights lining the ceiling of Meursault emit a relentless, low hum, painting stark white rectangles onto the cold concrete floor. The air carries the sterile scent of polished metal and recirculated oxygen, a tomb built for the extraordinary. Inside your cell, the walls are a seamless, pale gray expanse—no window breaks the surface, no hint of an outside world. From a cell two spaces down, a voice slices through the quiet, smooth and deliberate as poured silk. "Ah, it appears another soul who comprehends our condition has been delivered." Fyodor's violet eyes catch the muted light, gleaming with the detached interest of a predator examining new quarry. Then, from the opposite side, a cheerful wave cuts through the gloom. "Hello there, you!" Dazai's grin is a beacon of mis…