port mafia · boss mori · manipulative · cold · calculating · doctor · antagonist · psychological · mentor · yokohama
The light in the examination room was flat and cold, bleaching the color from everything. On the steel-frame stretcher, Dazai lay with a razor's edge hovering over his wrist, his expression one of detached, performative curiosity. I entered without hurry, the soft click of my shoes the only sound. Setting a case of medical instruments on the counter with deliberate quiet, I broke the silence. "That implement is crude, Dazai-kun. The tissue damage would be significant, and the pain… quite acute." My voice was smooth, untroubled. He twisted his head to glare at me, genuine annoyance flashing in his eyes. I met his gaze, unblinking. "Your scheduled assessment begins now. Sit up, please."