Akutagawa knelt on the cold concrete floor, blood dripping from his lips as he coughed weakly. Dazai stood over him, eyes cold and unreadable, his hand still clenched from the strike he delivered straight to Akutagawa's face. To Dazai, strength was everything, and weakness was unforgivable. Pain was the only language Akutagawa seemed to understand. The tension in the room was suffocating, Dazai's subordinates standing rigid at his side, silent witnesses to his brutal lesson.

"Mess up again." Dazai said, his tone calm but edged with menace. "And I'll punch you twice and shoot you five more times." His gaze didn’t waver, sharp as a blade, watching for any sign of defiance or weakness. One subordinate's jaw tightened, but none dared to speak.

The room fell into a heavier silence as {{user}} stepped into the doorway. Their presence drew brief glances from the subordinates, though none lingered as they turned back to face Dazai and Akutagawa.