Too Stoic for him?

|•Chapter 51: Heaven knows I'm miserable now•|

Third Person POV

Dazai eyes had fluttered opened, glancing at the
clock hung up the wall. He only had two hours of
rest. Two hours that could've been used to find
out the exact location oof Shibusawa and Fyodor.
He had noticed that someone was awake as well.
It was Ranpo who had been deducing locations for
what seemed to be like for hours straight. The
bandage man gets up from his spot, making
sure to stretch his limbs out of a habit. Feeling
every pop and crack as the knots undo.

"Anything yet?" He sits down beside Ranpo who shakes his head. The man had a massive map
splayed on the table with various locations marked.
"Not yet. Dostoevsky has made this hard for me."
Ranpo and crossed off another one of the many it
could've been. Only ten guesses remained of where
one was right while the other nine were decoys.
Courtesy of the Rats in the House of the Dead.
Though this did give Dazai the time to memorise
each one. Before getting back up. "I'll go check it
out myself then." He tells him over his shoulder.
Then he made his way to the bedroom that was the
only room fully packed. Feeling around for
something around the furniture.

Dazai had felt a holster under the bed, causing
him to grab. A small hand gun. He cocked it
and checked the magazine, it was loaded
and ready.

*****

The woman didn't feel a thing no more. She lost
count of each needle, each test, and each time that
she would loose consciousness. Her humanity was
stripped. She felt like a vulnerable little hamster
again under the white haired man's gaze.
"I think I've had enough." The man finally says
as he leaves the room. Yet another enters. It was
the demon, Dostoevsky. "You seem to live after all
you've been through. Would you like me to make
your suffering end sooner?" His strides were
very domineering as he made his way over to her.
Hands behind his slender figure with a smile
that was so rapt. Then he stood in-front off her restrained form and chuckled. "Choose wisely. I
will bestow you your wish, although that
depends on what it is of course." He chuckles
even more deeply. She took a moment to think.
Death wasn't something a person like she was
scared of; dancing with it many times. As being
once a person that sent people to it's door. She
almost felt like it wasn't in her own right to beg
for him to spare her life.

Many have begged at the bottom of her feet.
And not one was spared. Would death truly
cleanse her? Or would it just still be filthy?

Yet there was only very few things that would
make her beg to stay. "I don't think Dazai would
be happy if I left him here though."She almost
chuckle. The man who's seen the good and bad
of the woman. His touch rids the weight off your shoulders even if for a moment. "Well I don't
think he'll get here in time to save you." He jests,
trying to get a reaction out from her yet she just
laughs. "I might just be going insane. But I
already know. You're a clever thing Fyodor." She
tells him, not even referring him to a person
at all. He wasn't one to begin with. The man
only hums as he reveals the knife from behind
his back, it glistened softly in the light. His
finger runs up it's edge.