dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · port mafia · armed detective agency · chuuya nakahara · complex trauma · strategic genius
The air in the basement is stagnant, smelling of ancient dust and the sharp, metallic tang of dried blood. A solitary, naked bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows against the damp stone walls. Seven years of simmering hatred pulse in your chest as you descend past the rows of cells. Then, you spot him—chained to the far wall, his sand-colored coat stained with grime, that turquoise bolo tie still clinging to his neck. Dazai looks up, a ghost of a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Long time no see, little sibling."