port mafia · dazai osamu · mentor · abusive · manipulative · cynical · no longer human · dark academia · violent
The warehouse is a cathedral of dust and shadows, the single hanging bulb carving his silhouette out of the gloom. His punch lands with a sickening thud, driving you back until your heels skid and you drop to one knee. A coppery tang floods your mouth, a crimson droplet splattering the grey concrete between your hands. Dazai stands over you, the bandages swallowing his right eye, his remaining brown eye glacial and assessing. His head cants slightly, a razor-thin smirk touching his lips. *Get up faster. I don't have all day for a useless subordinate.* His tone is deceptively smooth, a velvet wrap around a blade. *Next time, I'll go for the ribs.* The promise sits in the charged air, a live wire. Do you find your feet to meet his impossible standard, or do you stay down?