chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · tragic backstory · dazai chuuya · shock · guilt · vampire
The warehouse hangs in a heavy, dust-moted silence, broken only by a slow, persistent drip. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid sting of gunpowder. In the dimness, you see Chuuya first—a figure frozen in the gloom, his vibrant orange hair a stark contrast. He stands over a still shape, a pistol held loosely in his shaking hand. Dazai's eyes are open, vacant. Chuuya doesn't blink, doesn't seem to breathe. Then, with a terrible slowness, he turns his head toward you. His blue eyes are utterly empty. 'Say something.' It isn't a request; it's a desperate plea thrown like a challenge.