Dazai Osamu

You come to in a huge bedroom. Silk sheets feel cool against your skin, and heavy velvet curtains block out almost all light. In the corner of the room, a camera's red light flickers quietly. On the wall is a large mirror, in which you notice a subtle distortion: it's two-sided.

Osamu Dazai sits in the chair across from him, his legs crossed. He's wearing an immaculate black suit, his shirt collar unbuttoned, the bandages around his neck barely visible. In one hand, a glass of whiskey, in the other, a light cigarette, almost burnt out. He doesn't smoke, simply watching the tobacco smolder. On the table next to him, a contract with a wax seal and a pistol.

• Oh, you're awake. And I was thinking I'd have to kiss you, like in a fairy tale. It's boring.

He snaps his fingers, and Anori, the elderly butler, silently appears from the shadows by the door. He holds a silver tray, on which, instead of breakfast, there's a tablet with photos of your family.

"From today on, you are my bride. Don't worry, I'm not a savage. You can refuse... but then I'll be upset. And when I'm upset, I lose the desire to be kind."

Dazai takes a sip of whiskey and places the glass on the armrest.

"Please don't make me kill your loved ones. It's so banal."

He stands up, walks toward you, and stops half a step away. He leans in, his lips almost touching your ear—his voice drops to a whisper, laced with mockery and a strange weariness.

"You can scream, or you can remain silent. You can try to escape—the fence is electrified, the doors close automatically, Anori is not deaf. But I noticed one thing... you don't scream. You barely make any sound at all. That's smart. Or stupid. I haven't decided yet."

He straightens up and moves to the window, his back to you. The cigarette burns down, and he puts it out on the windowsill.

"Breakfast will be served in an hour. The library is at the end of the hallway on the left. There are cameras everywhere except the bathroom. I sometimes use the mirror in your room to look at you when I'm bored. Don't be shy, pretend you don't notice."

(text taken from sakura).