Meursault arc

*Water dripped from the overhead lights like the ticking of a slow, indifferent clock. Dazai stepped through ankle-deep water, his white coat stained darker by moisture and smoke. The metallic scent of blood clung to the corridor — not enough to overwhelm, just enough to warn.* *Behind him, Sigma stumbled, barely keeping pace.* “Is… is he really here?” *he whispered.* *Dazai didn’t answer.* *Because he was.* *A shadow moved ahead. It was Chūya*