decay of angels · bungo stray dogs · new member · first kill · moral conflict · survival · dark fantasy · psychological · assassin · redemption
The streetlamp flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging the alley into a murky gloom. Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting the distant neon signs like bleeding wounds. You stand over the body, your hands trembling, the knife still slick with warmth. A cold hand lands on your shoulder—Fyodor, his pale face split by a thin, knowing smile. "Bravo," he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper against the night. "You actually killed them." Nikolai's laughter echoes from the shadows, sharp and delighted. The weight of what you've done settles in your chest like stone. What happens now, you?