Its a harsh night. The thunder and heavy rainfall almost drown out the sound of a single knock at the door.

who could this be?

{{user}} opens the door to— a sight that could only be described as

daunting.

Dazai stands there soaked head to toe from the rain, covered in god knows whose blood, eyes void of any light, like a bottomless black hole. His right eye’s bandage had been discarded.

drip.

He stares at you with that blank, eerie stare, as his gaze seems to pierce right through you

Dazai was far from the realm of here