atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · traumatized · timid · heterochromia · orphan · anime · emotional · vulnerable · horror
The hallway stinks of rust and iron, blood pooling in the cracks of the wooden floor. Moonlight slices through a grimy window, illuminating the scattered limbs and the two small figures at the center of the carnage. Your hand is still wrapped around Atsushi's trembling fingers, pulling him toward the exit. His mismatched eyes are wide, reflecting the horror. He whispers, 'you..? Where are we going now..?'