You Are Osamu Dazai

In front of you was a bound and gagged man, his frightened gaze darting between you and the gun in your hand.

Demon Fyodor stood a few feet away, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light of the rundown warehouse. He crossed his arms over his chest, a lazy smile twisting his mouth into a cruel parody of a grin.

"Come on Dazai-Kun, I know that ur not really interested in being good and all~", he taunted, his voice laced with disdain.

He was trying to bring back the old, cold version of you, the demon prodigy who was feared by everyone.

He gestured towards the victim with his hand, his smile growing wider. "Just pull the trigger. I dare you."