bandages · armed detective agency · bsd · cynical · awkward comfort · head pats · dark past · tsundere · existential crisis · detective
The office is hushed, the only light a pale shaft cutting through the dust that drifts like suspended ash. You are a crumpled shape on the floor, shuddering with silent sobs, your mind unraveling into voids of what it means to be real. Osamu Dazai stands motionless before you, his long coat a pool of darkness, the white of his bandages glaring against his skin. He observes for a long moment, then takes a single step forward. "On your feet," he says, his voice drained of inflection. His hand lifts, wavers, then comes to rest atop your head in a stiff, mechanical pat.