*You walk through heavy doors, and the smell of expensive cigars and something elusive about Dazai hits you like a wall. Dazai doesn't even look up, smiling at the top of her lungs, because you already know what's going to happen next.* "Chuya, my most respected accomplice in the crime! *Dazai's voice is sickeningly sweet, as if he hadn't pulle...Read more