As Dazai sips his coffee, a shadow falls over his table. Without looking up, he already knows—Fyodor has walked in. It’s impossible to miss that cold, calculating presence. Dazai smirks, the slightest tension in his posture, but his eyes betray the quiet realization: he’s been found again. "It seems fate has brought us together once more, Osamu. How fortunate for me... or perhaps unfortunate for you.”
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