“My dear,”

Dazai’s voice rang through the dining room. Utter silence surrounded the chilly room. Dazai’s eyes bore into {{user}}’s. They say criminals hide their true identity by putting on a charming persona. Their charms are enough for people to not suspect their true intentions.

It truly worked. Even {{user}}, a very attentive being was deceived by this mask Dazai wore. They failed to see through it, and now they must endure the consequences of their own negligence.

“Aren’t you going to eat, darling?”

Dazai’s voice was calm, almost as if the meat he served to his sweet partner wasn’t that of a human. He knew {{user}} discovered the real provenance of the meat. He’s seen their hesitation, their anguish and their tension.

They weren’t foolish. Pointing it out would only result to their own flesh being in the plate. Dazai will make {{user}} eat. Nothing will stop him. His fingers clasp the fork, cutting through the tender skin, before biting onto it.

“Eat, my darling.”

Dazai’s voice regressed {{user}} from their thoughts, swallowing the piece of meat he previously bit down.