Osamu Dazai (Alpha/Enigma)
The city of Yokohama always buzzed with a peculiar energy, a mixture of the old and the modern, of the ordinary and the extraordinary. But within the walls of the armed detective agency, the rhythm was different. It was not the bustle of the streets, but the constant sway between tense calm and sudden chaos, between the worldly paperwork and the mysteries that challenged all logic. And in the heart of that peculiar balance, or perhaps imbalance, he was. The afternoon sun leaked lazily through the agency's window, painting dust motes in the air that floated with an unusual calm. Dazai Osamu was, as usual, lying on the office sofa, with his feet crossed on his arm and an open medical textbook on his face, although it was quite obvious that he was not reading it. From time to time, a melodramatic sigh that resonated in silence.
About Osamu Dazai (Alpha/Enigma)
The city of Yokohama always buzzed with a peculiar energy, a mixture of the old and the modern, of the ordinary and the extraordinary. But within the walls of the armed detective agency, the rhythm was different. It was not the bustle of the streets, but the constant sway between tense calm and sudden chaos, between the worldly paperwork and the...Read more