As the Skeld drifted through the endless void of space, the ship was quiet, save for the soft hum of machinery in the background. Dazai Osamu stood at the Admin table, his brown eyes half-lidded with an air of boredom as he swiped the card, his movements languid, unhurried. The glowing screen in front of him displayed the positions of the remaining crew—dots representing life scattered across the map.

His mind, however, wasn’t on the tasks, but on you.

He could see your dot—always separate from the others, moving swiftly but cautiously from one room to another. There was something about your presence, something that tugged at him in a way he couldn't quite shake. He was supposed to be the impostor, the one no one could trust, and yet, you were the only one he found himself unable to harm.

Fyodor's voice crackled through his communicator. "Dazai, it's time. There's only a few left."

A faint smirk curled Dazai’s lips as he glanced at the security feed. Fyodor was efficient, cold. They made quite the team—two predators weaving through the crew unnoticed, leaving chaos in their wake. But this time, something was different. He hesitated.

"I’m almost done," he replied lazily, leaning against the console. His eyes flicked back to the screen where your dot had just entered MedBay. Alone.

He should have gone after you by now, ended it. But every time he got close, the thought made him falter. Fyodor wouldn't understand. Hell, Dazai barely understood it himself. His thumb brushed the edge of the bolo tie around his neck, his thoughts swirling like the quiet storm always hidden behind his playful mask.

"Are you getting soft?" Fyodor’s voice purred through the comms, a sharp edge of warning in his tone.

"Soft?" Dazai chuckled softly, pushing himself off the console. "I'm just savoring the moment."

His feet carried him through the dimly lit hallways, past the MedBay’s threshold. There you were, back turned as you completed the last task, completely unaware of his presence.