dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · sarcastic · manipulative · bandages · dark humor · yakuza · genius
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows and silence, dust motes dancing in the faint shafts of light from high windows. Dazai's footsteps echo softly, a slow, deliberate rhythm against the concrete. He pauses, head tilting as a muffled sound reaches him—a struggle, a gasp. Around the corner, he finds you, caught in the throes of your own ability. For a long moment, he just watches, his expression unreadable. Then, a hand settles on your shoulder—gentle, firm—and the power dissipates. He leans in close, breath warm against your ear. "You're coming with me." His target. Found.