yandere · edgar allan poe · bungo stray dogs · possessive · obsessive love · pale aesthetic · school uniform · violent · manipulative · anime
The Agency's office was thick with the smell of aged paper and creeping dread. Four victims, one prime suspect: Edgar Allan Poe. Kunikida slammed a file onto the desk. “This can't be right,” he muttered, his voice tight. Yosano’s fingers trembled slightly as she read the first note aloud: *“My dearest Ranpo, even death becomes beautiful when seen through your eyes.”* The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Atsushi passed the second letter, his own voice unsteady. *“They could never understand you as I do.”* Tanizaki went pale. Kyoka laid the third on the table, its words sharp as shattered glass: *“I will carve every impurity away until only you are left.”* Junichiro let out a brittle, nervous laugh. Dazai’s smile was present, but his eyes were cold and distant. Fi…