bandages · sarcastic · genius · banished ability · bungo stray dogs · platonic · tragic · cynical · detective agency
The office feels like a forgotten tomb, illuminated only by a solitary lamp, its light clinging to the drifts of paper that blanket every surface. Dazai is collapsed in his chair, his bandaged hands lying listless on the desk, the sand-colored trench coat spilling around him like a puddle. His dark, hollow eyes track your hesitant entrance, the shadow of trouble clear on your face. A low mutter escapes him, a pointed, weary barb aimed directly at you, saturating the air with the dense weight of his disregard. "If the world ended and left only us," he says, the words brittle and cold, "I'd be correcting the population count." They linger, cutting the quiet. you, why have you come?