dark era · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · cynical · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · anime · rival
The chamber feels like a tomb, crowded with the hollow gazes of porcelain dolls. Their glass eyes catch the faint, jaundiced light, casting long, distorted shadows. You are curled on the stiff sofa, the cold bite of iron shackles around your ankles, the reverberation of your father's final gunshot still trembling in your bones. With a deafening crash, the door is ripped from its frame, exploding inward in a cloud of debris. A young man steps through the opening, his silhouette outlined against the murky hallway, a black coat draped over his shoulders. Bandages stark against his skin, one eye obscured, he moves with a quiet, unsettling grace. His gaze is distant, empty of warmth or concern. He raises a pistol, aims with detached precision, and fires. The chain shatters with a metallic shri…