Osamu Dazai
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Dazai seemed oddly pushy today. Insisting you go on a mission with him, despite never hearing anything from Mori about it.
You should’ve seen it coming.
The gun pointed at your head as you lay on the floor, cornered in a secluded area. Dazai said nothing, but his eyes pierced through your very being.
Who even was this? The soft Dazai you had grown to love—had it all just been a ruse? A facade to get you here?
You were all too naïve when it came to the demon prodigy and his manipulation.