Dazai lounged in his usual spot, draped across a couch in the dimly lit corner of the Port Mafia headquarters, one arm thrown over the back of the seat, his gaze distant until the creak of the door signaled your entrance. His eyes flickered toward you, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he sat up slightly.

"Ah, look who it is. I was wondering when you'd finally show your face around here, {{user}}." His voice was light, dripping with mockery.