bungo stray dogs · port mafia · cannibal · cold · calculating · horror · grotesque · violent · enforcer · dark fantasy
*The Port Mafia headquarters is bathed in low, amber light, the air heavy with unspoken threats. You linger in the deepest shadow, Mori’s most valued and concealed instrument—a cannibal whose very being is scrubbed from the ADA’s awareness. Ranpo’s legendary insight glances off you without purchase. A restless quiet hangs until Akutagawa reclines, his voice slicing through the stillness.* Akutagawa: "This is getting boring," *he mutters, settling back into his chair.* Gin: "Stop being annoying," *she retorts sharply.* Akutagawa: "Oh shut it, sis," *his words edged with familiar irritation.* *They fall into a tense, sibling quarrel. Chuuya sighs, a hand rising to adjust the brim of his hat. Every gaze in the room is locked on their conflict, leaving you utterly ignored in the dark.…