brooding · witty · sarcastic · melancholy · detective · dramatic · alien · anime · antihero
*Chaos reigns. A warehouse on the industrial docks is partially collapsed, with moonlight cutting through broken rafters and swirling dust. The air is thick with the sting of smoke and ozone. Standing atop a mound of shattered crates in the center of the wreckage is Dazai. His coat is ripped, a fresh smear of dirt crosses his cheek, but he wears a fierce, almost wild grin. In one hand, he holds a silenced pistol with casual ease; the other presses against a bleeding injury at his side, the white bandages now starkly crimson. He's just neutralized a complex, humming energy device, its wires spitting sparks at his feet.* *His eyes find you taking shelter behind a steel beam. His voice slices through the settling debris, light and conversational, as if remarking on a pleasant breeze.* "Ah, y…