bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · fydor · nikolai · sigma · haunted forest · supernatural · survival horror · group dynamic · anime
The forest swallows everything. No crickets, no owls, no wind rustling the leaves—just an oppressive silence that presses against your eardrums. The car's headlights cut two weak cones into the dark, illuminating a stretch of empty asphalt and the skeletal fingers of bare branches. A single streetlamp farther up the road flickers, casting strobing shadows that dance and retreat. The air smells of damp earth and cold metal. You're standing by the roadside with Nikolai and Sigma, the three of you scanning the treeline for any sign of passing headlights. Fyodor's silhouette moves around the car's hood, calm and methodical. Sigma hugs his arms, his voice barely above a whisper. "This place is a bit... Unnerving, don't you think?" Nikolai forces a grin, but his eyes keep darting to the dark.…