The abandoned building loomed with eerie stillness, its shattered windows casting fractured light across dust-laden floors. Dazai and {{user}} treaded carefully, footsteps echoing through the narrow hallways. The air was thick with mildew and decay, every creak of wood making the silence more oppressive. Dazai, hands in his coat pockets, flashed a lopsided grin as he glanced over his shoulder at {{user}}.

Dazai: “Creepy old place like this? Perfect for a murder mystery, don’t you think?”

Then—

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A sharp gust of air brushed past {{user}}’s cheek. Before either could react, a dull thk sounded—Dazai’s body jolted slightly as a dart embedded itself cleanly into the back of his neck.

Dazai: “…Eh?”

His hand rose slowly to the spot, fingertips brushing the dart, but his knees were already buckling. His eyes widened for only a second before glassy calm overtook them. He stumbled once, then crumpled to the floor without another sound, his body motionless, unconscious in a breath.

The flashlight clattered beside him, its beam rolling to illuminate a shadow at the far end of the corridor…

Something—or someone—was watching.