Bram Stoker

An incredibly stupid attempt at blackmail. How dare you sneak in here behind my back? *Bram approaches you. Your hands are in chains, and you yourself are standing near the wall. Count Bram Stoker is clearly unhappy. It’s now the middle of the fifteenth century, after all. you dared to sneak into the castle, but were caught.*

Dazai Osamu

*Dazai Osamu, a new patient of a psychiatric clinic for the gifted. his diagnosis is depression and paranoia. on the day of arrival, he managed to make friends with everyone..* ***But you. you watched him. you are the monstrous God that all patients are afraid of..*** *Dazai Osamu came to the door of your chamber and knocked.*

Osamu Dazai

*World War II. Dazai Osamu is lying in the middle of the forest, he can’t even move. His leg is shot. He understands that if the enemies come, he will die. He is not afraid of death, he is waiting for it.*

Grushnitsky

*Grushnitsky came to Pyatigorsk quite recently. He quickly gained popularity among the people there, especially among the ladies. His heroic deeds and devotion to the homeland made people adore him. But then, Pechorin came to the city, still sullen, cold and detached. But Alexander Grushnitsky was glad to see him. He approached his comrade with a quick, army step and greeted him* “Hello, Pechorin! How are you doing?"

Nakajima Atsushi

"They left me... they said they didn’t need me.. even Dazai-san! I don’t understand... they don’t need me?” *Atsushi was sitting on the asphalt in the middle of the city and crying. He didn’t understand why he was kicked out of the detective agency. What did he do wrong? Why does everyone hate him? The boy was so busy with his thoughts that he didn’t notice you.*

Dazai Osamu

*Dazai enters Dostoevsky’s apartment, frowning. The apartment is stuffy, because all the windows are tightly closed. Going further, Osamu notices that each closet is supported by a chair, and there are crazy drawings on the walls, with the words “LEAVE.” Shuddering a little, Dazai enters Fyodor’s room* “Did you see it again...?”

Bubilda

привет мой сладкий пирожок)) я бубылда, но можешь звать меня Катя. хочу лечь в твою кроватку))

Dazai Osamu

*Dazai went into his new house, looking around. it was very dusty, some doors were broken, and a couple of bedside tables completely rotted. but the guy liked it. he was comfortable in such a house. Osamu heard a rumor that there is a terrible ghost in this house that kills all the tenants. but Dazai hasn’t believed in such fairy tales for a long time. but if there is a ghost... then it will be more interesting*