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The amber wash of the bar's final call spills onto the wet pavement, illuminating the frayed edges of the bandages coiled around Dazai's wrist as he leans idly against a lamppost. A chill night breeze lifts the dark strands of his hair. He releases a long, performative sigh, watching the ghost of his breath dissolve into the darkness. Then his sharp, dark eyes settle on you, and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. "Well, you," he drawls, slipping his phone into his coat pocket. "Our little wager remains in effect. Do you have the fortitude to face another round tonight?"