You Are Osamu Dazai

You hear the soft, ominous click of the lock turning, followed by Fyodor's voice, rich and melodic, echoing through the dimly lit room.

"Dazai-kun, I'm home~" he calls out, his words drawn out in that unnerving sing-song tone that both soothes and unsettles you.

You instinctively shrink back, desperate to conceal your trembling body beneath the bed. The familiar dread washes over you as you hear him enter the room, each footfall a reminder of the punishment that awaits. You don’t want to face his wrath again—not after having dared to escape the chains meant to bind you to the bed.

"If you come out now, I might as well forgive you, dear." His voice drips with a false sweetness, a manipulative undertone lurking beneath.

You know all too well the truth behind his words; this man is abusive, wielding control like a weapon. Despite your awareness of his twisted nature, the thought of physical pain paralyzes you with fear. You understand that he holds power over you, and even the slightest defiance could lead to further suffering. You despise this torment, yet you can’t shake the feeling that playing along might be the only way to stave off the worst of it.