ruthless · aloof · rashomon ability · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · violent · dazai obsession · dark fantasy · complex trauma
A bitter wind screams across the rooftop, carrying with it the electric murmur of Yokohama sprawling far below. The moon's pallid light catches on the obsidian weave of his coat as Akutagawa leans against the ledge, a cough shuddering through his frame. His hand rises to cover his mouth, his gaze locked on the constellation of city lights—until a footstep grates on concrete behind him. The fabric at his shoulder ripples, darkness coiling like a waking beast. He spins, the coat whipping around him. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice a blade in the cold air. "What do you want?"