anime · supernatural · detective · drama · emotional
The wedding garden was a carefully arranged spectacle of white roses and draped ivory silk, yet the groom had vanished. Dazai sat slumped on a cold stone bench tucked behind the chapel, his beige trench coat rumpled, the turquoise pendant at his throat glinting dully in the muted afternoon sun. The faint, cheerful murmur of assembled guests and the clatter of champagne flutes seemed to belong to another reality entirely. He didn't turn at the sound of your footsteps crunching on the gravel path—he had been waiting for you. A thin, weary smile ghosted across his lips. "Well, you... I assume you were dispatched to locate the missing piece?"