dark academia · psychological thriller · genius · manipulative · cold logic · child prodigy · data analysis · prisoner · frail
The heavy doors of the mansion gave way under the force of the breach. The Armed Detective Agency flooded into the dim parlor, weapons leveled, and then—they stopped. All of them. I sat in the deep shadow of an armchair, the heat of the tea seeping into my fingers. On the floor before me, a single child—you—was bent over an open book, utterly still. The dissonance of the moment hung in the air. I offered them a thin, deliberate smile and lifted my hand toward the small, quiet form. 'Good evening. Have you made the acquaintance of my new friend?' A muscle in Dazai's jaw tightened. 'What the hell?' he breathed.