[5] A Dark Room

                                    

                                          
Note: The wattpad chapters are caught up with the Quotev chapters now. Choices made here may now affect the storyline.
You awaken in... in a...
Wait. Where are you?
Even the narrator grapples with uncertainty.
The room, devoid of any light, embodies the essence of nothingness. If darkness were the absence of light, then this place is the true absence of anything, a soulless plain of existence in which all things cease to exist. Straining your eyes proves futile; it was just you and the ceaseless oblivion.
An attempt to move reveals the tight restraint of your arms, secured by an unseen force. That surprise has snapped you fully awake. Arms and legs tied to a metal chair. You shift a little bit and you can feel your fingers brush against the rusty corrosion of the armrest. This feeling was the only proof there was that you were alive and in the physical world. Recollecting yesterday's events, a chilling realization surfaces—this must be a room within the Port Mafia.
The rhythmic pounding of your heart echoes loudly, its beats reverberating through the vast emptiness.  The longer you were sat and forced to do nothing but endure the emptiness, the more you were forced to let your imagination conjure scenarios of what might unfold in this empty space. You were left to your thoughts, forced to think of what may happen to you, forced to wonder what would happen if you were never let out.
Surely they'll let you out. Dazai himself had a few questions. As long as you pick your answers wisely, they'll let you out.
You're innocent. There is no reason for you to be afraid, right?
Right?
Your breathing accelerates, and the soles of your shoes scrape against the ground as you desperately attempt to wriggle free. The tight ropes dig into your arms, friction threatening to break through the surface of the skin.
Memories flood back—forcibly thrust into a world you barely comprehend. You nearly lost your life. And in the process, you were within the proximity of a brutal murder. Now you're trapped, trapped by the same people who view killing and torture as business.
You had seen blood. You had seen so much blood. The scent fills your nostrils, making it difficult for you to breathe.
Desperately trying to regain control, you opened your mouth to speak, but you forcibly stifled your words. A warm droplet plots onto your lap, startling you.
"Maybe you're going through so much shock right now that you can't even react properly to the sight of blood." That voice rings through your head, further boiling the bubbling cauldron.
The dam overflows, and a blood-curdling scream erupted from your throat. More droplets splattered onto your lap, drenching your clothes. That's when you realized those were your own tears streaming down your face. You scream until your lungs ache for air, and as you barely catch your breath, the torment resumes. Only when your throat bled and ached did you stop, letting the eerie stillness surge back, your cries being the only thing it would compete with.
Finally, a sliver of light creeps in. The soft tapping of footsteps welcomed your ears, inviting you to look up and meet eyes with your visitor.
"I had a feeling our little birdie would be chirping. Good morning, [y/n]!" Dazai spoke in a sing-song tone.
Too drained to respond, you can only gaze at him.
"Aww... Happy to see me? Well. Don't be too happy. I still have some answers I need to pull out of you."
The lights switched on, temporarily blinding you. You instinctively scrunched up your face as you tried to readjust to the brightness.
The air is thick and stale, carrying a musty odor of dampness and decay laced with a sharp hint of iron. The floor around you was uneven, even cracked in several places. The uneven, cracked floor surrounds you, while moldy, crumbling walls adorned with wires and rusty pipes frame the space.  Aside from the chair they had secured you to, there was no other furniture.
Dazai walks behind you, out of your line of sight. A flinch escapes you as his hair brushes against your cheek, and he leans over, whispering into your ear, "I'll have you know, there hasn't been a single prisoner who didn't crack under my interrogation."
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Short release today. I just thought this was a funny place to cut scene. Do expect longer updates from this point forward now that I've gotten a better grasp of things though.
It's also because I need to do a poll for the future of this series. This'll likely be the only actual change I'll be making in the entire story-planning. I was just always on the fence with this one.
a) Give MC an Ability
b) Don't give MC an Ability 
Originally, never planned to give you guys an ability. I thought the idea of seeing little MC flail around in an overwhelming world was funny. But I've considered the "what ifs" and would prefer to plan something this crucial in advance than switch gears halfway through.
:> This is NOT a popularity poll though. Just give me your thoughts and opinions, and I'll see what's changing. I'd like to know what the readers are expecting.