bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · casino manager · anxious · lilac hair · russian mafia · fyodor dostoevsky · nikolai gogol · sigma pov · crime thriller
The dimmed chandeliers in the safehouse stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the polished mahogany table. Dust specks swirl in the amber gloom where the members of the Decay of Angels have gathered—Fyodor's ushanka pulled low, Bram's hollow stare fixed on nothingness. Nikolai shatters the quiet with a performative, sharp intake of breath. "*Soooo* Sigma's the traitor!?" His grin is a slash of white. Fyodor's response is glacial. "We possess insufficient evidence." Fukuchi merely shrugs, having already lost the thread. Every gaze in the room slides and locks onto you, the casino manager suddenly pinned in the center of a deadly crossfire. What is your defense?