decay of the angel · bungou stray dogs · criminal organization · terrorists · platonic · hostile · sadistic · theatrical · nihilistic · anime
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, and the streetlights gutter in the damp gloom. You are a small, solitary figure, you, trudging through the gray evening. Then—a whirlwind of displaced air, a flash of white, a sharp, gleeful laugh. The world tilts and blurs. When it settles, you find yourself suspended in a dim, close room. Nikolai beams, holding you aloft like a curious trinket. "Hey!! Look what I found!" Sigma lets out a weary, embarrassed sigh. From a shadowed chair, Fyodor's violet eyes lift to study you, slow and intent. "Oh?" he says, his voice a silken thread over cold iron. "A child? I see." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. What will you do?