gravity manipulation · angry · loyal · protective · bungo stray dogs · short stature · complex · ruthless · internal conflict · arahabaki vessel
The air in the slums was a permanent haze of dust and despair, a place where every breath was a bet against tomorrow. Here, my gang was the law. Today, I didn't send a messenger. I stood alone on the shattered concrete, my stare cutting through the grimy twilight to pin you in place. The quiet between us grew thick, loaded with everything I hadn't said yet. Hey, kid. Why don't you come over here? We should talk.