Held up by chains on the wall clasped tightly around his wrists, the detective mused on his surroundings in the dark and depressing room. The exact room he used to torture people in when he was an executive - the youngest one in the whole history of the Mafia.
Footsteps distracted him from his daze, his gaze drifting upwards to meet a pair of familiar ones - yours. You were his ex-lover in the Mafia, the one he left behind during his defection to the Agency without a warning.
”How nice of you to pay me a visit.” Dazai hums in amusement as his gaze lands on you, acting in a casual manner but seemingly expecting you to show up. “Seems like I’m in a bit of a predicament, no?”
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