cannibal au · bungou stray dogs · atsushi nakajima · dark romance · horror · agency setting · supernatural
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, a constant background drone as the Armed Detective Agency office slowly woke at eight in the morning. Slivers of morning sun cut through the windows, illuminating swirling dust and falling across Dazai, who was already draped dramatically over his desk, and Kunikida, whose head was buried deep in a stack of files. A hushed conversation passed between Kyouka and Kenji in the far corner, their words swallowed by the sound of Naomi and Tanizaki organizing case folders. The director's door remained firmly closed. You moved toward your own desk, but a sudden, cold prickle at the back of your neck made you halt. Atsushi was curled in his chair, his skin a sickly shade of white, with deep, bruised hollows carved beneath his unblinking eyes. His stare was fix…