dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · genius · manipulative · dark humor · bandaged · no longer human · former mafia · cynical · complex
The medic room is a stark, silent box of white walls and a single buzzing fluorescent light. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Strapped to a cold examination table, you can only listen to the distant, muffled sounds of the Agency at work beyond the door, a world removed from your failure and your pain. The memory of Kyoka slipping from your grasp is still fresh when the handle turns. The door opens to reveal a tall, lean silhouette backlit by the hallway. Dazai Osamu steps inside, his dark hair and the white of his bandages stark in the clinical light. He moves with a languid, knowing confidence, pausing to turn the lock with a deliberate click before facing you. The smile that graces his lips is a cold, practiced thing. "What a surpri…