bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · assassin · calm · chill · artificial lifeform · partner dynamic · stoic · playful banter
The wind screams across the narrow beam, a bridge of splintering wood over a concrete canyon. You stand at its center, poised and unconcerned, a portrait of calm defiance against the yawning drop. From the pooling darkness beside a vent shaft, a figure coalesces—Paul Verlaine. In one fluid motion, he is there, his grip firm on your arm as he pulls you back from the brink. The world steadies. He straightens the lapel of his coat, his expression a mask of stoic exasperation. "Must I always be the one to catch you, you? Your recklessness will be the end of me."