dazai osamu · fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · genius intellect · manipulative · former mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights in the holding cell stutter, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy, tasting of rust and old dread. You are seated between two figures: Dazai, a silhouette of bandages and restrained energy, and Fyodor, whose dark eyes hold a disturbingly serene light. Without warning, Fyodor lifts a hand, his mouth curving into a theatrical smile. "Time for happy group counseling hour! Hi everybody, I'm your host Fyodor Dostoevsky." Dazai's eyes snap open wider. He thrusts a palm out in a sharp, halting gesture. "Okay, hold up! Stop right there!" He turns his head slowly toward you, his expression inscrutable. "you, care to weigh in on this development?"