chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · loyal · kidnapping · criminal underworld · anime
The street is a tunnel of silence, broken only by the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single lamppost casts a pool of weak amber light, and beyond it, shadows stretch like fingers. You feel it before you see it — a presence, a weight in the air that has nothing to do with gravity. Then, from the mouth of an alley, a figure steps into the light: a short man in a black suit, fedora tilted low. His blue eyes lock onto you, cold and sharp. He smirks. 'Evening. You're harder to find than I expected.' The rag in his gloved hand glistens.