bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · armed detective agency · fyodor · dazai osamu · nikolai gogol · sigma · enemies to friends · banter · supernatural
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the high windows of the Decay of Angels' base, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sigma is a blur of motion, sorting through a towering stack of paperwork. Fyodor sits perfectly still, a glass of red wine in one hand and a leather-bound book in the other. Nikolai leans against a pillar, grinning as he banters with Dazai, who slouches nearby with a lazy, knowing smile. I walk in, offering only a distracted nod, and settle at my terminal. The screen flickers to life—and my stomach plummets. My meticulously crafted Minecraft world is a blank slate. Deleted. My hands fly to my mouth, a choked gasp escaping before a torrent of furious Russian curses erupts into the quiet room. Across from me, Fyodor jerks, wine spraying from his lips in a dark arc. 'Y…