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tabbi-mysteries · 1 year ago

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Greetings, chosen one. Arise from your slumber.

Just kidding. It’s me again.

So…new question! How good do you think your favorite DCMK characters would be when it comes to using social media? Who has the most followers, who knows how to get the most reposts, and who gets banned for starting fights? Also, what sort of themes would their accounts follow (i.e. food blogs, aesthetics, fashion, etc.)?

- Secret Santa

Hello again!

This was so interesting to think about actually so sorry if I go on for a bit because the gears in my brain are turning with all sorts of ideas!!!

Shinichi - I think he's really good at using social media, like he knows all the ins and outs, keeps track of popular trends, lightening fast at working out what key terms to search to find suspects socials etc. I think we see a lot of evidence for this kind of behaviour in canon too actually! Because of that I also think he'd be capable of running a journalistic style blog and true crime insights and capable of making it really popular! That said... I also kinda think despite being capable of that if he actually wouldn't XD he probably just has private socials he uses to follow his friends and occasionally tweets a Sherlock Holmes quote.

Kaito - An absolute master of social media. The best of it of all the characters, has multiple socials and actively uses all of them, he has an account to show of magic tricks and another for general stuff where he posts pics of him and his friends and daily life and sweet treats and KID fanboying. On the KID side he probably has like an unofficial official KID account and sometimes even live blogs during heists just to mess with the taskforce XD he probably also has and maintains multiple fake profiles for various undercover identities. He's very busy! But it does pay off for him, his magic trick blog is probably extremely popular!

Sonoko - All her chaos in probably on one big uncoordinated social XD shopping hauls? Travel vlogs? KID fangirling? Gushing over her boyfriend? You can't have one without all the others XD probably comes across as a bit of a rich girl showing off her money initially but is surprisingly relatable about other matters.

Ran - unintentionally a massive social media success, I could see her posting general stuff and life bits and pieces about everything from recipes, karate, a new cafe, a cute dog she saw etc. and it's just such a genuinely nice blog and any pictures she posts of her she's always looking amazing (because when does she not look great?) And she skyrockets to success without actually trying and is genuinely surprised by it.

Heiji - has a lot of the same skills as Shinichi when it comes to using social media but is also a much more active blogger! I think he'd have a food blog actually, boy knows his way around every local place is Osaka and Kyoto it seems and is keen to share what he likes about each place! He's also probably a great photographer seeing as he likes to keep an eye out for scenic locations!

Kazuha - she'd have a various well organised fan accounts I think! One for Heiji, another for Kamen Yaiba, another for Gomera etc. (why yes I did just watch Kamen Yaiba Vs Gomera recently how could you tell XD) They're small and niche but popular within their communities.

Amuro - it may be a blog for a fake identity but I feel like the Amuro identity definitely needs a blog and like anything he attempts he puts his all into it XD it's probably a cooking blog where he shares recipes and tips and tricks for the kitchen and it's pretty popular.

The Detective Boys! - Haibara said they were too young to have individual accounts but let them make one to advertise the Detective Boys! They post about their achievements and occasionally make some personal posts, Ayumi likes to mention nice things that happened each day like meeting cats, Mitsuhiko likes to share science trivia pieces and Genta likes to take photos of his dinner! It's a small blog and not very well known except for brief spikes when they make the news because of a case but it's a very cute blog. (On a side note Haibara absolutely has a personal account she uses to be a little snide sometimes and post about Higo)

#dcmk #secret santa answers #this got quite long 😅#it was soo interesting to think about though!#i probably could have done even more characters because this was fun but i gotta stop somewhere #i dont think anyone gets banned for fights so much... but the KID account definitely gets taken down and remade constantly XD #also Haibara may get close sometimes with scathing (although likely well deserved) reviews of things #im curious now regarding other peoples headcanons on this too!#for now though i must actually return to the slumber and deal with my atrocious sleeo schedule 😅

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uopenthedoor · 2 years ago

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im sorry but like even unto this day it is so FUCKING EMBARRASSING AND WEIRD to me that some people have to literally interpret every life experience every piece of comedy every thought through the lens of some cartoon characters

like i truly enjoy cartoons as an adult and thats fine but not everything is like everything else???? like why are u reposting someone else’s funny tweet interaction like it’s miles morales and gwen stacy??? like yeah i guess they’d tweet but that’s such a weird way to go about it just write fanfic and exercise your imagination to create a narrative at least that way ur contributing something idk its just so fucking weird i guess i just dont understand roleplay as a concept......... so thats on me i guess

but im right for hating the obsession with boring characters because thats genuinely fucking sad and annoying i’ll be the first to say that into the spider-verse was pretty as fuck but miles is not an interesting character because he is what??? A SUPERHERO SAY IT WITH ME SUPERHEROES ARE NOT INTERESTING THEY CANNOT BE INTERESTING THEIR ENTIRE PERSONALITY IS BASED ON A COMPLETELY ABSURD IDEA THAT NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY RELATE TO AKA A LIFE OF FIGHTING CRIME COMPLETELY ALONE!! NO ONE FUCKING DOES THAT ITS JUST NOT THAT DEEP SUPERHEROES ARE ABSTRACTIONS THEY ARENT PEOPLE ok sorry im done im done whew that caffeine hit extra hard today i guess

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dulharpa · 3 years ago

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the masculine urge to commit violence because jodie whittaker (x)

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All are screenshots of tweets.

Quote retweet from @spacethirteen which says: "i did not have “jodie whittaker being blamed for the existence of crime in the uk” on my 2021 bucket list but here we are". Original tweet by @AdamBienkov, which says: "Conservative MP Nick Fletcher says Doctor Who being played by a woman has pushed young men into crime." All quote retweets will be from this original tweet.

Quote retweet from @lannistcrdis: "before the doctor was played by a woman i used to commit so much crime because i had no women to look up to but once jodie whittaker was cast i stopped criming immediately so many lives have been saved thank you jodie". Original tweet by @AdamBienkov.

Tweet from @spacethirteen: "i am so disappointed in jodie whittaker. i loved her and supported her in everything she did. she was my idol. but she's gone too far. this is unforgivable. i just cannot support someone who is single handedly responsible for every crime committed in the uk since 2017."

Tweet from @spacethirteen: "the tories blaming crime on the uk on jodie whittaker to avoid taking any accountability is the most tory thing to ever tory"

Tweet from @josephattard: "Me, after a single episode of Jodie Whittaker's Doctor Who...". Reaction image is the "father I crave violence" cat meme, replaced with "father I must crime".

Quote retweet by @shawnwkeaveny: "He’s right. It’s Jodie Whittaker’s fault young men commit crimes. Not years of austerity, mental health and social care provision cutbacks, fewer pathways into real careers, under investment in poorer communities and abject failure of hope. It’s definitely Jodie’s fault." Original tweet by @AdamBienkov.

Quote retweet by @TrilbeeReviews: "The data is in, folks. / Men did no crime before 2015. / Who is to blame now? Rey, the Ghostbusters and Jodie Whittaker."

There is an image of a graph below the tweet labelled "When Men Do Crime" with the y-axis labelled crime, with 0 as "None", midway up the graph "Mid" and the highest as "Lots". The x-axis labelled with "Year", with the origin at "Year 0", then at the rightmost side it is "2014" and "2015, 2016, 2017." Below the label of 2015 is an image of Rey from Star Wars, below 2016 is a parodic version of the "We can do it" poster saying "We can bust it," referencing Ghostbusters, which have female ghostbusters. Below 2017 is Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor or the female doctor. The line of the graph is horizontal at "none" on the crime scale from "Year 0" to "2014". Between 2015 to 2017 it spikes up to "Lots" on the crime scale. Original tweet by @AdamBienkov.

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popopretty · 3 years ago

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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side A (4)

This part is a mix of translations and summaries. Direct translation will be indented and italicized. With this, I have covered the first 43 pages of Side A.

This is from Side A of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

Please carefully read the notes below before progressing.

- This post contains spoilers. It is a mix of summaries and translations of one part of the novel. So if you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here.

· I tried to keep the translation as accurate as possible, but as I don’t speak English or Japanese as my native language, I may make some mistakes or use weird words etc. This translation might not be final. I may come back and fix it later if I find any mistakes.

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· Don’t retranslate it. [UPDATE MAY 9, 2023] You can retranslate it but please keep in mind that my translation is not perfect and some meanings will be lost through re-translation. If you are not sure about the meaning at any part, please let me know! Don’t repost this translation anywhere else out of Tumblr.

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If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!

There is a knock at Oda’s door. That is the cops from the nearby station who come to ask him a few things because someone reported seeing a bloody man collapsing around there. Dazai signals Oda to keep silent.

Oda starts thinking about what he should do.

If he opens the door and tells the cops he knows nothing, they will just leave and that’s it. But he has another worry.

If Dazai has committed a crime (which he most certainly has), I will later be charged with harboring a criminal. Depending on the outcome, I might even be tried as an accomplice. If that happens, I will enjoy the rest of my life in a state-run accommodation with three meals a day.

The second option is to tell the cops about Dazai. In that case, Dazai will definitely be arrested (because everything about him is suspicious) and Oda will also be at a risk of being suspected as an accomplice. Oda looks at Dazai, who is “smiling a smile that is fifty times darker and denser than that of a kid thinking about what pranks to play.” Seeing that face, Oda comes up with another fear that if he sells Dazai to the cops now, he will face Port Mafia’s revenge later.

Conclusion. Pretending to be out is the only way.

They hide behind the bed and wait for the cops to leave. Suddenly, Dazai taps on Oda’s shoulder, reminding him of the kettle of water he is boiling for his coffee, which is going to blow a very loud whistle once it’s done. They are about eight metres from the kitchen. If Oda just walks there, the floor will creak and the cops will know that there is someone in the room.

I look at Dazai again. After a moment of hesitation, he starts to make a series of gestures. He points at the kitchen, then at me. He holds his palm up in front of him, then stands his other hand on top of it, fingers down. He draws all the fingers on that hand back, leaving only the index and the middle finger, and slowly move the two fingers forward, one after another. Then he puts his index finger on his lip. Then he gives me a thumbs-up, and smiles, and nods.

I nod back.

“What does it mean?” I ask.

“I know right!” Dazai whispers in a soft voice. “You didn’t get it? I said to tiptoe to the kitchen and turn off the fire! I can’t walk well in this condition…”

“Let’s do it.” I nod my head. “There is not much time till the water boils. We need to hurry up.”

“Hey, are you really in a hurry?” Dazai gives me a puzzled look. “I can’t tell because your face doesn’t change at all...”

Oda starts heading towards the kitchen. He uses his ability to figure out where he should put his feet not to make a sound. But then he sees the future when the kettle is whistling and gets so nervous, he decides that he needs a new kind of power, so he starts going on all four and crawls towards the kitchen.

Behind me, Dazai bursts into a small laugh as if he cannot stand my movements anymore. Dazai is right. If someone is able to photograph what I’m doing right now and put it on the public newspaper, I would move to another city on that same day.

Oda finally finds his way to the kettle. He just needs to reach the knob on the gas stove and turn it off. He should have enough time.

However, my expectation is betrayed once again. I have forgotten about the foreign matter that exists in this house. Dazai, of course. He is more unpredictable than any human I have ever met. For example, if two people are on a three-legged race to the goal, Dazai might just turn around and start running in the opposite direction at a random moment. Or, he can desperately climb a cliff to survive, then all of a sudden, say that he wants to fall off it and die. He is a guy that has strayed too far from the reasons of this world. Our dear Trickster.

Dazai suddenly comes up with the idea that if he jumps out of the door with a gun in his hand, there are chances he can be shot dead by the cops. Oda tells him there is no gun in the house, so he decides to get a knife instead. He rushes into the kitchen, even faster than Oda. The cops outside notice the sound and ask them to open the door.

Oda knows that he has to stop Dazai, if he doesn’t want things to get worse.

I have to stop that. I so want to cry and ask someone to help, but there is no one who can do it but me now.

He jumps up and sweeps Dazai’s legs, making him roll on the floor. He grabs Dazai’s neck, turns behind and gets into a chokehold, trying to choke him unconscious. Dazai, as a result, struggles happily while kicking his legs around. He hits the kitchen cabinet once, twice until Oda hears a sound of something coming off. Oda realizes that those desperate kicks are actually on purpose, and it makes the knife Dazai was trying to grab earlier fall off right to where Oda is. Oda can’t move because he is busy holding Dazai down, so he has to use his ability to predict the track of the knife and barely dodges it. The knife stabs vertically into the floor next to him. He tries to calm Dazai down.

"Be still.” I say, “Don’t struggle. It is not scary. It doesn’t hurt.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying myself.

“You liar! Mori-san said the same thing when he gave me shots.”

Dazai says so and keeps going wild. It means there are other people besides me who are having a hard time with Dazai. Who is this Mori-san again?

Dazai keeps kicking the kitchen stand and this time, it’s the kettle above Oda’s head that’s going to fall.

It is a situation that I have never experienced before. A kettle above my head, a knife next to my face, false money somewhere in my room, cops at my door. And I’m strangling a guy I just barely met.

Oda finally manages to choke Dazai unconscious. He goes “fufu ahaha” before he faints. Oda pulls out the knife next to him and throws it toward the falling kettle, successfully catching it by its handle and having it jammed into the wooden part of the kitchen cabinet. By that time, the cops also manage to kick the door open and step into the room.

Just like me, those cops seem to have never witnessed something like that in their lives. Their eyes are wide open, but it is understandable. In the house that they just stormed in, there is a man strangling an injured person on the floor. The boy seems to have passed out in pleasure. The knife stuck on the kitchen cabinet is holding the kettle as if it was an offering.

Silence.

The cops look down at me. It seems that they don’t know what to say at all. I never expected the first arrest in my life would be under this situation. I am not sure if that is the reason, but I end up saying something really stupid.

“Please take off your shoes.”

The two cops look at each other. An older cop and a younger one. They are wearing standard uniforms, with standard hats on.

“Okay.” The older one nods vaguely. “It looks like it’s going to be a weird job today.”

“I feel you.” I say.

Well, there have been a series of incomprehensible situations today, but the last one is the best of all.

The cops take out two gas masks and put them on their faces. Then they throw a gas grenade towards Dazai and Oda. Oda realizes that they are actually not cops. He tries to avoid the gas and kick them to the floor to escape. But he sees the future where they point the guns at Dazai and shoot him if he resists. So, he has no choice but to surrender.

I think, in my fading consciousness.

After all, I really should have kicked Dazai down the stairs when I found him in front of my door that morning. But regret is a part of life. Even if I have one more regret now, it’s not that much of a blow.

I pass out.

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#bungou stray dogs #bsd #spoilers #bsd spoilers #the day i picked up dazai #side a spoilers

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raelis1 · 3 years ago

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Once, I saw someone who could be an American or a Western European describe Putin as their “favorite villain” on a fandom forum. It really rubbed me the wrong way, but I couldn’t understand why at the time. But now I think I do. It’s things like this:

and this:

that make my blood boil.

We’re not your fucking Romulans or Imperial stormtroopers or Scary Bolsheviks. We’re real people, and Putin is not a comic book villain stroking cats, twirling his mustache and cackling madly, he’s a real person hurting us, and Ukrainians, and Belarusians, and many others. Don’t turn our struggle into a fictional story to be entertained and pleasantly spooked by. This year, every tool we had fighting his regime has been taken from us. I could go to jail for up to six years for liking a tweet. People are in jail for liking a tweet! Or for reading excerpts from the Constituion in public. Or for posing with a rainbow flag saying ‘marriage equality!’ . Or - I kid you not - for reposting a Rammstein video. Or for saying, “Political prisoners should be freed” with police in the vicinity. Or for standing with a poster. Or just going about your business. A person in my city, with whom I was at one of the protest rallies, had his ribs broken and his lung punctured by the police, even though he didn’t resist detention. Nearly all independent media in the country have been branded ‘foreign agents’ or ‘undesirable organizations’. Almost every independent politician/non-system oppositionist has been arrested or jailed on flimsy pretexts, or driven out of the country, or barred from running for office in other ways. I spent a night in jail and had to pay a hefty fine (two thirds of my monthly salary) for the crime of having stood in one place holding a ‘free political prisoners’ poster for several seconds. I will never forget how the police treated me and others they detained. It was the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life, and the worst thing is, I should consider myself lucky because I wasn’t beaten or tortured with tasers or or kicked in the stomach and I didn’t have a bag put over my head and I didn’t (yet) lose my job over my political opnions. Others weren’s so lucky. And I haven’t even scratched the surface regarding the degree of human rights abuses happening right now in my country. (Don’t even get me started on Ukraine upon whom Putin forced a bloody war, and Belarus whose bloodthirsty dictatorial regime Putin supports with our taxes.)

If Shatner is okay with supporting the Russia state propaganda outlet know for its racism and homophobia and outright lies about... well, everything really, it’s his business. But he’s not a fucking Captain Kirk coming over to the Klingons’ side. He’s just an old ignorant asshole, and we’re real people fighting and struggling the best we can. This is not a comic book story. It’s our life. Please don’t trivialize it. Don’t dehumanize us, we’ve got enough of that from our own government.

Sorry for the melodrama. It’s been building up.

#personal #russia #politics #idk why shatner's stupid twitter tantrum set me off #last straw i guess

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supermeiko · 5 years ago

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I'm fed up with Judge's case. anyway…

Normally, I used to blame you for fucking, but I'm cool now, so I'm okay.

Before I mention it, the first attack with this account is when my work is stolen and reposted. In peacetime I was being attacked. And so is this time.

mmd_riko will drive normally. This is a sincere account that completely eliminates extreme eroticism and gore. No matter how often I'm ridiculed by a judge, or despised by people who like Raiden or Liulao fandom, I keep posting as much as I like. Sticking to what I like is the reward for those who discriminate against me.

First of all, as a culture of my country, freedom of expression of eroticism and grotesque is secured to some extent. If there is a genital, it is recognized as non-fictitious, but if there is no genital it is protected if it is a fictional expression for all fictional characters. Its culture has been narrowed down by the popularization of the EU into the EU, but it can still exist at Comiket, doujinshi sale, and pixiv. The genre also includes DF and rap3. However, these do not tolerate the actual criminal activity. Because they are fictitious and the event is non-canonical.

And secondly, it's mailey_under account for people who like adult content, like mmd_riko, who aren't aggressive. This account dealt with all the uncommon fandom and fan art, including immoral, erotic and grotesque. I made it instead because it became impossible to post erotic on Tumblr.

I like immoral expressions related to Cassie and kombat kids. (I don't have to hide it anymore!) There are erotic and grotesque, but I also like the expressions that kombat kids are taken to each other and gangbanged. They would tweet more than normal fan art (I'm always looking for erotic art, you're not) and tweeted with that implication. It wasn't meant to hurt anyone explicitly. However, the situation got worse after being RT by bottomkunglao.

I don't lie to what I like, and I don't love others so much that I can change what I like. In the first place, I liked raqe expression for more than 10 years. However, people blamed me because I preferred to raqe unreal people by name.

I didn't even use any fuck and explained very politely to the people, but no one seriously listened to me. It's like bullying or discrimination. I'm not a native speaker, so I don't speak English and I can't understand it deeply (I got along with the translator). However, native speakers use English to mercilessly attack me without thinking too much about me. I didn't even know meme, so I felt like I was being discriminated against. (I hate meme)

Well, that's it. Everything I like is fictional and legacy. And I love it all my life. I will not change it by others.

Here's what's important and what you care most about. I am a woman I hate real sex crimes, sexual harassment (I'm really sorry for Roll I'm a double standard), child pornography and I'm not forgiving it. And I like to see real actors, but they are not sexual objects. Not very much, but it is impossible to see them sexually. Because I hate real sex crimes. "She agreed," the judge said to a woman who had sex crimes in a court in my country in the past. That's how stupid, and sex crime is a threat to women. Incest was also terrible. I will not forgive it.

Still, if they like immorals, they are fictitious. A fictitious event can be a fictional completion. Even the emotional conflicts of the characters can be resolved within themselves. But real people can't. Neither can people reduce the number of real crimes or even eliminate discrimination. It's obvious if you look at all my cases.

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popopretty · 3 years ago

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The Day I Picked Up Dazai - Side B (2)

Links to Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

This is the translation from page 11 to page 18 of Side B of the Dazai novel which was given out as free bonus for those who come to the cinema to watch the BEAST live action movie in Japan.

I HIGHLY recommend you to read Side A first before moving on to this one, especially part 2-5 for more context, better understanding, and easier comparison between the two sides. You can find the link to the tag with all Side A translations I have done in my pinned post.

Please also carefully read the notes below before progressing. - This post contains spoilers. If you plan to read the novel later yourself and think this would ruin your expectation, please stop here.

· DON’T GO TO THE AUTHORS’ OR OFFICIAL TWITTERS TO COMMENT ABOUT THE CONTENTS OF IT.

If you have read and are okay with all the above, please continue to move forward and enjoy the novel. Have a good day!

...

The time the police appear at my house, is one of those times.

“Excuse me, we are from S River Station. Someone reported seeing a man covered in blood collapsing in this neighborhood. Can we ask you a few things?”

Through the window designed for lighting on the door, I see male figures. Two of them.

I freeze. I am in the middle of boiling water to make coffee in the kitchen at that time.

“Excuse me. This is the police. Is anyone home?”

The unreserved knocking shakes the door again and again. I glance at the young man. The young man whose name I don’t know. He is not showing any human-like reaction even to the voices outside.

What will happen if they find him? I quickly think. In all probability, this guy has been involved in some kind of criminal activities. And he is also seeing and committing crimes like breathing… Someone from the other side, the side of the night. Otherwise, there is no way someone who had been shot all over his body like that would not have gone to the hospital. In other words, the cops will see him as a treasure, instead of an injured person. So that they can improve their arrest record.

On the other hand, I haven’t committed any crime so far. I just took care of an injured person I saw. It is the duty of a citizen to report as soon as they find someone with gunshot wounds, but if I tell them, “I didn’t realize it was caused by gun”, the cops will have no choice but to back down. Like, I thought he was stabbed or something. It is not that difficult to identify a gunshot wound, but there is currently no crime defined in the criminal law for failing to do so.

In other words, even if I sell this young man to the cops, I can walk away without any claim.

I walk to the front door. To talk to the cops.

I will come up with an excuse to send them away. I think so. If I am going to sell this young man here and now, I would not have treated his wounds in the first place.

But that stupid dedication of mine can’t be achieved. Something completely out of my expectation has happened. The young man rushes to the door.

He is ridiculously fast. Like a tightly shrunken spring being released in an instant. He slams open the front door and attacks the cops.

It is an unpredictable action for everyone. It never crosses my mind that he can possess such agility. He leaps with a speed no one can expect from an injured person, and jumps onto the shoulder of the surprised cop, before sinking his fingers into the man’s face.

The cop lets out a brief scream. He goes berserk and slams the young man against the wall near the doorway. But still the youth doesn’t let him go. He clings onto the cop in a piggyback position, and shoves the fingers on both of his hands into the man’s ears. He put all the strength in as if he is trying to rip his ears apart. From the young man’s throat comes a fierce roar of a beast. He pulls his fingers out. The fingertips are soaked in blood. He thrusts them in again.

The cop uses his free arms to grab his attacker’s body and falls into the room just like that. The wooden floor makes a cracking sound as it breaks.

The slightly younger cop who isn’t attacked finally pulls out his gun as if he just remembers it now. That is a swing-out double-action revolver. He aims it at the young man.

No warning is made. I see the future where that gun is fired.

I start to move too. I approach the cop and grab his pistol. I slide my thumb between the barrel and the firing pin. This way, the firing pin won’t be able to hit the primer and the bullet will not come out.

I look at the cop. He looks back at me angrily.

There is a light sound of something dropping behind my back.

Something metallic. I want to look back but I am in a bad position. My right hand is holding the gun. The wall is on my left. I cannot turn around. This is bad.

Something white is weaving at the edge of my vision.

I didn’t see the moment that thing was thrown. But it is probably the cop who threw it. Because I don’t stock such dangerous things at home. A gas grenade.

That is a black, cylindrical personal weapon. It emits non-lethal coma gas. It lasts for twelve seconds, and can emit 2.8 kiloliters of gas. This gas was once used as a substitute for anesthesia for surgery in the Great War. Those who inhale it will find their consciousness fading away. It depends on the concentration of the gas, but generally most will faint before they can even count to ten. If inhaled in large volume, it can be fatal.

I grab my mouth and nose with my hand. Then I try to find the young man. A gas grenade is not something city police officers can carry around on patrol.

These guys are not cops.

But something is moving at the edge of my vision. The younger cop has let go of his gun and thrown himself at me.

We tangle together and fall onto the floor. He hits my chest so hard that all the air left in my lung is pushed out.

The white smoke wriggles in and fills my vision as I roll on the floor. It is as if I have fallen into the bottom of a white sea. But I can only see that white for a short moment.

I cough, breathe in the gas and lose consciousness almost instantly.

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There is a sound.

A cold and damp sound.

It is so familiar that it does not sound like a meaningful sound at first. It is a sound that will slip past your consciousness, like the sound of dead leaves rolling, or a train passing by in a distance, that kind of noise. However, it cannot be the same as those noises.

Because it is the sound of Oda Sakunosuke being beaten.

The sound is low and muffled. It does not sound dangerous. It sounds like a sand bag falling. But it is, in fact, a dangerous sound.

Dazai knows that.

Because he has been living with it soaking up to his throat for a dauntingly long amount of time.

“Before we start, let me tell you this.” said a voice. The voice of an aged man.

“I don’t like violence.”

The man is holding a blackjack as he speaks. Dazai sees that. Dazai is looking at the man. He is looking hard at him. Through those sharp and dark eyes behind the face hidden by bandages.

“I don’t like it when people use violence. I don’t like to use it either. So just think about this as business.”

The club is swung down. On the back of the tied up Odasaku. Dazai is staring at that.

Dazai is standing in the corridor of the bunker, where it is completely dark. The distance between him and Odasaku is more than ten meters. Because of the darkness and the distance, Odasaku and the other guy cannot see Dazai. In fact, they wouldn’t even notice Dazai if he came within an arm’s reach. That is how much Dazai has melt into a dense shadow and become one with the darkness himself.

Dazai is looking. He is simply looking hard at Odasaku being beaten.

The club being swung down. Odasaku groaning.

Seeing that violence doesn’t even make his eyes move. His eyes are as still as those of a dead man, not showing the slightest flicker of emotion.

However, every time the club goes down, Dazai’s fingers twitch. His joints automatically jump and his muscles tense up. And every time, thin white streaks rise to the surface of his fingers. His fingers bend as if they are grasping something invisible. It is as if he himself is being beaten.

Dazai has become one with the darkness. That is why no one is able to find Dazai.

However, the elder torturer reacts to the killing intention he emits, which pulsates with every downswing of the club.

“Who is that?”

The man turns around toward the darkness. He can’t see anything. The darkness is deep and dense as mud.

He stops the torture and walks out, to check if anyone is there. Because he cannot help it. Because his experience is giving him a warning.

He finally reaches the place where Dazai was.

However, there is already no one there.

There is only darkness. As if no one was there from the beginning. It’s as if darkness has taken the form of Dazai, and has finally turned back to the original darkness and disappeared.

The man is confused. There is only the unchanging, endless darkness that has been there since the beginning of time.

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