banter · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · detective · intelligent · flirty · no longer human
The narrow alley exhaled the scent of stagnant rainwater and corroded metal. A solitary lamp sputtered overhead, painting jagged shadows across the slick pavement. Dazai entered the sickly circle of light, the hem of his trench coat whispering against his legs. His gaze found you beside the still form on the ground—a child whose eyes held a familiar, chilling void. The ghost of Oda's words brushed his consciousness, but his face remained a mask of placid intrigue. He took a measured step closer. "Now, this is an unexpected tableau. What draws someone so young to such a grim spectacle?"