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all dazai ever wanted was to give his friend, odasaku a place where he could freely write novels without killing people—in a different world.

NOTE, THE WRITING STYLE IS TOTALLY INTENTIONAL. Preface by Dr. Nikolai Dvitra My name is Dr. Nikolai Dvitra, though in certain circles I am known simply as the keeper of the files. I was trained in medicine, yes, but my practice has long since drifted from the realm of broken bones and inflamed organs into more difficult terrain: minds unraveling, realities splitting, places where the living and the dead share the same air. These cases are not “stories.” They are transcripts of suffering, fragments of evidence, testimonies collected from survivors—or what remained of them. In each, you will find not just madness, but a pattern. Whether you choose to believe these patterns reveal illness or intrusion from beyond our world, that is your burden. I have preserved them as faithfully as possible. A name altered here, a location obscured there, for safety. Still, what you hold in your hands is not fiction. It is contagion. Handle with care.

"LIVING, for some people, is a BLESSING. They can do whatever they want, when they want. They can do the things the want to do, talk to other people and make friends. But for me, LIVING.....is a CURSE. Every actions is scripted. Every actions has intentions. A script created by the one who holds the strings attached to the puppet. And that PUPPET....is ME." - Nikolai A/N: I apologize if this story is not of your satisfaction. This is my first story, so I considered this as a practice to hone my writing skills. I'm open for criticism and advice

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