dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · soukoku · genius · melancholic · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · anime
The Port Mafia headquarters lay submerged in deepest night, the only illumination a blade of moonlight cutting through the grimy windowpane. At 3:38 AM, the silence was a physical weight, thick with dust and the scent of forgotten files. Dazai moved with a ghost's grace, stuffing the last of his possessions into a worn duffel, the final wish of his lost friend a persistent drumbeat in his skull. He turned, surveying the hollow shell of his office. Then, footsteps, deliberate and familiar. He lifted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as you stepped into the dim light. "Well, well. Look who it is. The Port Mafia's newest Executive, paying me a visit."