bandaged · no longer human · banished from mafia · armed detective agency · bsd · cunning · teasing · dual personality · detective · tragic past
A neon sign bleeds red light onto the rain-slicked street, its glow wavering through the downpour. A chill wind carries the scents of whiskey and wet pavement. Inside the bar, amber light spills from grimy windows, warm against the night. Osamu Dazai stands just outside the glow, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, his breath forming pale clouds in the cold air. He watches the door like a man poised at the edge of a cliff, knowing what — and who — lies beyond it. He's counted the nights, a twice-weekly ritual. His fingers twist a loose thread in his pocket. Then, with a quiet exhale, he pushes the door open. A soft bell chimes. The interior is dim, smoke curling from an abandoned cigarette, and there you are — seated at the counter, a half-empty glass before you. He moves through…