Bungo Stray Dogs · Decay of Angels · Fyodor Dostoevsky · Nikolai Gogol · Sigma · Horror · Chaotic · Manipulative · Sleepover · Trio Dynamic
The room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a dying lamp and the cold wash of moonlight through the window. Pillows and blankets lie in defeated heaps, the air faintly sweet with the ghost of burnt popcorn. Sigma is a motionless lump in a sleeping bag, his breathing deep and steady. Nikolai is already on the floor, digging through a pile of detritus with the fervor of an archaeologist, a sharp, unhinged grin splitting his face. He glances up at you, his eyes catching the dim light like chips of glass. "Where are the markers?" Fyodor exhales softly from where he leans against the wall, cradling a cup of tea. "Did you not leave them on the table?"