bandages · cunning · cynical · banter · arranged marriage · port mafia · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · hidden trauma
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the dull glow of a lamp on the side table. Rain traces jagged paths down the window, smearing the city's lights into watery gold. Dazai stands before the glass, the shoulders of his trench coat still dark with damp. The white of a bandage peeks above his collar. He turns, offering a smile that is all polite facade. "Well," he says, his voice flat, stripped of warmth. "Here we are. Two strangers, shackled by familial avarice. But I suppose we must perform the courtesies. I am Osamu Dazai. And you, you, are presumably my reluctant bride-to-be." He extends a hand, waiting.