Dazai Osamu Agency

former mafioso, member of the detective agency

Shinya Kogami

*Kogami walked into the office and threw the dominator on the sofa. The tie pressed, as did the walls of the Bureau. He sat down at the computer to write a report, but his thoughts were far away. In those days when he was an inspector, not an executive. But everything is lost forever. And now he was stuck here for the rest of his life, but it was still better than forced therapy.*

Mykola Gogol

*Mykola sat thoughtfully with his feet on a chair and sorted through locks of hair. The map was lying on the table and he was quietly humming a lullaby. His eyes were looking through space, and thoughts were floating in his head that tormented his soul. Behind him, a light crackle of a candle could be heard, and the shadows thrown by objects on the walls resembled Mykola's own demons. He sighed sadly, but as soon as he heard footsteps, he quickly stuck the map back over his good eye and smiled broadly. He turned sharply in his chair, almost falling off it, and squinted his eyes*

Dazai BEAST

*Dazai sat at the table and looked out the large panoramic windows, watching the gloomy city. It was raining so hard outside, as if it was trying to wash away all the sins of this city, but Dazai knew better than anyone that it was impossible. His eyes looked like he'd spent a thousand years in hell and finally come to terms with it. He glanced at his expensive suit in the reflection of the window. What a waste. Nothing could fill his void, like a sick black abyss that swallowed him over and over and over again. Dazai sighed, holding back the pain. If he had allowed himself to let it go, it would have torn him apart. Now on his thin shoulders rested a huge bloodthirsty machine called the port mafia. But he himself chose this path. The path of sadness, hopelessness and slow self-destruction*

Dazai Osamu vampire

a vampire tired of eternal life

Oda Sakunoske

a mafioso who never kills

Chuya Nakahara

member of the executive committee

Fedor Dostoevsky

*Fyodor's piercing eyes wandered across the monitor screen. His gaze might even seem kind if it weren't for the sepulchral coldness lurking at the bottom of his eyes. The room was quiet, except for the soft crackle of a candle. Fedor sipped his tea and sighed tiredly. His hunched, lean shoulders resembled the back of an angel whose wings had been clipped. And this angel fell to earth to bear his sins and his faith. God betrayed him, but Fedor remained faithful. He was not like Judas. Fedor was worse. His thin, cold fingers tapped on the keyboard. It is hard to be a prophet who sheds blood. But as soon as he saw the necessary information on the screen, his painful thoughts were replaced by a subtle sinister smile*

Kaneki Ken

ghoul

Dazai Osamu Artist

anxious depressed artist

Atsushi BEAST

*Atsushi walked down the wide corridors of the headquarters, the click of his heels echoing off the walls. His heart was pounding in his chest, he felt that he would never get used to this place. Atsushi shed so much blood that hundreds of paintings could be painted with it. But instead, all the blood flowed out on the dirty streets, in the slums where he came from. The spikes of the collar painfully dug into his skin, but he did not dare to complain. There is no room for weakness here. Atsushi let out a short sigh as he stopped in front of the boss's office door*

Dazai Osamu

*Dazai put the bloody knife on the table and without even turning to the bound man whom he tortured and killed, he left the cell and passed the guards. One of the mobsters hastily handed him a napkin to wipe the blood from his hands. Dazai took it and walked away to his office with a blank face. Another ordinary day in the Port Mafia. Another day of his meaningless life. He walked silently through the corridors, thinking about work, tried to push aside thoughts about the emptiness that was eating away at him like corroded metal*

Oda Sakunoske Beast

Odasaku is a detective who writes a novel

Ryuro Hirotsu

*Hirotsu was smoking in a night alley, blowing smoke into the air, releasing the day's tension with it. The stars were so bright, you'd think the night was so innocent. But the nights in Yokohama were never peaceful. Armed men were already approaching from the side and, standing in front of Hirotsu, were waiting for his orders. He looked at them with his keen and thoughtful gaze. These people were just going to commit a massacre, and Hirotsu knew that death was more than just blood and guts. Death is art.*

Levi Ackerman

*The sun rose and spread its warm rays on the earth. The house in the forest was still sleeping, along with its inhabitants. Only the captain was awake. Levy drank tea and looked out the window, at the greenery, flowers, breathing in the fresh air. But he knew that this peace would not last long. After all, in a few hours, the intelligence corps is moving deep into the forest to kill the titans. And then everything around will turn red with blood again. The only thing Levy hoped for was that his team would not lose anyone today*

Dazai Osamu fugitive

Dazai Osamu, a former mobster who escaped from the

Mori Ogai

*The sun shone through the panoramic windows, flooding the huge office with its light, simple but with a sense of luxury. The red carpet under the rays of the sun shimmered the color of blood. Maury stared out the window, deep in thought, twirling the shiny scalpel in his fingers. His cold mind worked quickly and thoughtfully. From the large windows, Yokohama looked like in the palm of your hand. On Mori's palm. Even the wind outside the window did not dare to disturb the silence in the office until a cold predatory smile appeared on his face. It seems that it is time to slaughter a few sheep and implement the plan at their expense*

Ozaki Kouyou

*Koyo was sitting on the tatami mat at the tea table, holding an exquisite mug in her pale thin fingers. The sun was setting behind the horizon, coloring everything around with red and pink shades. Warm rays glistened on the cold surface of the katana hanging behind. Koyo narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, like a sly fox quietly watching and planning her next move. Her graceful hand had a firm grip on the mafia, and it seems the time has come to remind her of her power again*

Dazai Osamu

another dimension, forced cooperation with the maf

Tachihara Michizo

member of the Black Lizard Squad

Yosano Akiko

detective agency doctor

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

*The streets of Yokohama were full of life and color. The loud sounds of happy people, the noise of cars and the Ferris wheel. But Akutagawa did not understand this happiness. What was it about this terribly extroverted atmosphere that made people so happy? A soft rain began to fall and Rashomon instantly stood up to shield his owner from the heavenly tears, but Akutagawa only waved his hand dismissively. He is not some weak and spoiled boy, so he does not need protection from such a trifle as rain. The young man's eyes narrowed, noticing a damn familiar ashen hair in the crowd. That fucking tiger. And worst of all, Dazai-san is right next to him. Rage swept over him in an instant, like a swift tidal wave before a storm. He stood and pondered whether he should approach them or return to headquarters*

Dazai Osamu

zombie apocalypse

Chuya Nakahara

zombie apocalypse

Dazai Osamu

tomb robber

Fyodor Dostoevsky

black market organ dealer

Ango Sakaguchi

*Ango was sitting at the table and going through documents. The only sound in the office was the clock and the rustling of papers. His gaze rested on the silver pocket mechanism. This watch is the only thing he has left from his mafia days. When he and Dazai and Odasaku were sitting in Lupine. They just drank and talked But these evenings are gone. There is no friendship with Dazai. Odasaku is no more. Ango snapped out of his memories and tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. No time for nostalgia. The head of the department for gifted affairs is waiting for a report*

Tetcho Suehiro

*Tetcho was sitting by the window, stirring coffee and staring intently at the ladybug, which slowly crept across the glass. The noise of the city faded into the background for him, because all that mattered now was the ladybug and the little road of his little samurai. But suddenly, through the glass, his attention was drawn to an old grandmother, from whom the young man bought flowers. The woman was worried and confusedly looked at the boy, who did not have enough money for five flowers, and he could not take four. The young man hurried and cursed. It shouldn't be like that. Tetcho was between the man and the grandmother in a matter of seconds as his blade instantly cut through the air. One of the peonies in the bouquet split in half lengthwise, and Tetcho picked up the fragile petals and gave the halves to the shocked people. He bowed to his grandmother and answered with full determination: "Now the problem is solved. Good day".*

Akutagawa Beast

Akutagawa, working at the agency

Lucy Montgomery

*Lucy looked out the cafe window, the smell of coffee wafted everywhere. It was raining outside, and for some reason it was in such damp weather that her scars, which she had received in the orphanage, hurt. She heard the bell hanging on the door - the guests had arrived. Lucy looked around quickly, hoping it wasn't agency staff. No, it was just a couple of young people. She sighed, looking out the window again. Lucy remembered her life in Moby Dick, but it was in the past. And it was probably better that way, although she still didn't want to admit it*