banzai · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · cynical · genius · secret past · bandages · detective
The doctor’s office carried the sterile tang of antiseptic and the musty scent of aging paper, all illuminated by the flicker of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust motes drifted through a slanted beam from the venetian blinds, settling on a cold coffee mug and a neat stack of patient files. The body had been removed, but the scene remained—a quiet, ordinary room belonging to an ordinary man. Except for the desk. You had found it: a single locked drawer with a concealed mechanism, unlocked by inserting a pen into an almost invisible hole at its base. A double bottom. Inside lay a precise row of numbered cassettes. And one, set apart, labeled in faded marker: **Shuji Tsushima.** Dazai materialized at your shoulder without a sound, a ghost in a beige coat. His gaze swept the drawer, the t…