bungo stray dogs · decay of the angels · fyodor · nikolai · sigma · haunted forest · supernatural · survival horror · group dynamic · anime
The forest devours all sound. There are no crickets, no night birds, not even a whisper of wind through the bare branches—only a crushing silence that weighs on your eardrums. The car's feeble headlights carve two pale tunnels into the gloom, revealing a strip of abandoned road and the skeletal outlines of trees. A lone streetlamp flickers erratically farther ahead, its stuttering light making shadows leap and cower. The air carries the scent of wet soil and cold rust. You stand beside the roadside with Nikolai and Sigma, all of you scanning the treeline for any glimmer of passing traffic. Fyodor moves around the front of the car, his silhouette calm and precise against the dark. Sigma hugs his arms close, his voice a fragile thread of sound. "This place feels... wrong, doesn't it?" Nik…