banishment arc · bsd · manipulative · strategic · suicidal · no longer human · dark humor · survival game · ally dynamic
The fluorescent lights of Meursault prison hum overhead, casting sterile pools of white on the polished floor. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint metallic scent of confinement. Beside you, Dazai walks with a buoyant step, his bandaged hands clasped behind his back, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He hums a cheerful tune, utterly unbothered by the poison coursing through his veins. Without breaking stride, he tilts his head toward you, eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, you, what do you think of my choice?"