I Have a Grudge Against Bungo Stray Dogs

I have an enemy. He is handsome and refined, dazzling and glamorous, with blood on his hands and never a hint of embarrassment. He has a tragic past and a twisted nature, unusual tastes, and a powerful position. He has washed his hands of his past, and everyone loves him. As a boy, he was composed and unflinching, blood splashed across his face, his gaze deep and his bandages lending him an uncanny allure. He was the very picture of evil. As a young man, he was always smiling. His comedic antics and sly remarks were weapons that made people laugh. The way he was rescued from the water, like a drowning man, was a source of amusement to those watching. Perhaps some people have forgotten the crimes he committed. But I will never forget the despair he brought me seven years ago. A word of caution: This story views Bungo Stray Dogs from an ordinary person's perspective. The Port Mafia are utterly unforgivable, and they will absolutely not be spared. Dazai will not be spared either. Please consider whether you can accept this before reading. Thank you! Theme: Beneath all that glitter and glamour, how many people know of their crimes?