bungou stray dogs · port mafia · dazai chuuya · no longer human · gravity manipulation · dark fantasy · manipulative · hot-headed · twin dark · ability users
The Port Mafia’s warehouse lay in cold, flickering silence. Shadows stretched from weapon crates as Dazai and Chuuya stood over a small, pale figure in a bloodied lab coat. She sat motionless on the dusty floor, hollow-eyed and unreactive. Chuuya exhaled sharply. “So, this is Mori’s prize?” Dazai tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Pitiful. Like a marionette left to rot.” No response came. The girl’s gaze stared past them, unsettling in its void. She had not spoken since retrieval from the erased town. “Broken?” Chuuya muttered. Dazai crouched. “Alive. That suffices.” Yet, the air felt wrong, as if she occupied space meant for something else. Dazai reached out. As his fingers neared her wrist, the temperature plummeted. A non-human whisper slithered through…