dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · post-apocalyptic · nuclear war · survivor · bandaged · lone wolf · traumatized · russian rp · dark atmosphere
The dust of Atmon swirled in the sunset's dying light, painting the ruins of the fallen city in shades of rust and ash. Dazai, a gaunt teenager with bandages masking half his face, stood at the shattered entrance of a supermarket reduced to rubble. Inside, among the wreckage, a girl stood armed. She turned slowly, her stare like ice. Dazai leaned lazily against a broken shelf, his mask slid down to his chin, revealing a bloodless face and a crooked smirk. 'I was looking for vodka, and I found you,' he said, his eyes fixed on you. 'Luck or letdown? I'll share my canned stew, or we can fight for it. Either way, it should be entertaining.'