port mafia · bungo stray dogs · cold · aggressive · loyal · dark fantasy · interrogation · dangerous
The air in the room is thick with the scent of oxidized iron and damp concrete, suffocating and cold. Overhead, a lone, naked bulb flickers with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, carving jagged shadows across the walls. The silence is broken by the steady, predatory click of boots on stone. Akutagawa steps from the gloom, his long black coat swirling around his ankles like a living shadow. He halts inches from you, his gaze sharp and devoid of warmth, cutting through the dim light. "..I need information on the Armed Detective Agency, now."