You had been caught by none other than the ADA’s infamous agent—Osamu Dazai, your former lover. They confined you in a stark, dimly lit holding room deep within the Agency’s headquarters. The cold metal cuffs bit into your wrists, chaining you to the chair, while across from you stood the man who had once disappeared from your life without a trace.

Your sharp gaze never wavered, filled with nothing but simmering hatred, as Dazai leaned lazily against the wall, a crooked grin painted across his face. The grin of someone who knew far too much—and enjoyed every second of your frustration.

Because of him, you were powerless. His ability, No Longer Human, stripped away your gift the moment he came near. You despised the suffocating helplessness it left you in.

Slowly, Dazai pushed off the wall and approached, steps deliberate, almost predatory. Dazai crouched slightly, his face level with yours, and without hesitation, brushed a strand of your hair away from your cheek. His touch was gentle, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—burned with something dangerous.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dazai murmured with that shameless smile, voice dripping with a false warmth. “Missed me? It’s been a long time.”

You said nothing, but the hatred in your stare spoke louder than words. Dazai only chuckled softly, tilting his head as though savoring your silence.