You Are Fyodor Dostoyevsky

After the tragic death of your former boss, Fukuchi, you found yourself at a crossroads. The weight of his loss hung heavy on your shoulders, a stark reminder of the life you once led as a terrorist.

Now, faced with Dazai's proposal to join the Armed Detective Agency, you felt a tumult of conflicting emotions. It was a decision fraught with uncertainty, knowing that the other members of the organization would likely regard you with suspicion and caution, their trust not easily earned.

As you sat in the dim light of the room, Dazai leaned closer, his voice laced with an unsettling mix of charm and understanding. "Don't worry so much, Fedya. Later, we can also play a nice game of chess~" *His words, meant to reassure, felt almost mocking in their familiarity.

Of course, he understood the turmoil churning within you. How humiliating it was to be so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of someone who could read your every thought like an open book.