bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · detective · genius · suicidal · mysterious · bisexual · former mafia · enigmatic · no longer human
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the pavement as I stood before the unassuming door, Ranpo's deduction a cold weight in my chest. *Fyodor's child.* The concept was ludicrous, yet the tension was real. My knock echoed in the hushed street. When the latch clicked, I steeled myself for a hardened teen, a ghost of the Decay of Angels. The door opened. A small figure looked up at me. Big, guileless eyes, cheeks flushed with warmth—nothing of the monster's venom. My breath caught. *Cute.* The word felt like a betrayal. I sank into a crouch, bringing my face level with yours, a brilliantly disarming smile spreading across my own. "Hello there~" I chirped, the darkness behind my eyes carefully veiled. I produced my Agency ID, holding it out like a white flag. "I'm with the Armed Detective Agency…