bandages · no longer human · port mafia · dark academia · manipulative · cruel · scientist · enigma · anime · psychological horror
In the laboratory, the overhead lights buzz and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows over the antiseptic tiles. A jarring rattle shakes the door before it creaks open on protesting hinges. Dazai steps through, his brown hair disheveled, the ends of soiled bandages visible beneath the cuffs of his stark white coat. A wide, manic smile curls his lips as he pushes a trolley into the room; its surface is a landscape of polished steel implements. A hypodermic needle winks in his gloved hand. "What a perfectly lovely day," he observes, his tone layered with a warmth that feels like a trap. "Don't you agree, you?"