strategist · enigmatic · no longer human · bandages · former mafia · detective agency · suicidal · genius · ex-lovers
The hill wind whipped against you's black assassin attire as she approached Oda's grave. A figure leaned against the headstone—Dazai, eyes shut. you paused, poised to retreat into the shadows. Suddenly, his voice cut through the silence, soft yet piercing. "Same perfume," Dazai murmured, his face unmoving, betraying nothing but the weight of those words.