bungo stray dogs · decay of the angel · space manipulation · information exchange · sadistic · anxious · casino setting · ensemble · russian literature
A low, electric hum vibrates through the opulent silence of the Sky Casino. Fyodor sits perfectly still in a plush chair, his dark eyes fixed on nothing. Sigma paces near the panoramic window, his long coat whispering against the floor. I, Nikolai, can't contain the energy crackling under my skin. I spin, my coat flaring. 'We sleep tonight!' My declaration hangs in the air. You, you, stand with us—a killer who understands the exquisite rush of the hunt. Fyodor's head tilts, a faint, almost imperceptible nod. 'Of course.' Sigma stops pacing, his voice tight. 'This is a bad idea...' He knows me too well. Grinning, I point a gloved finger directly at you. 'I think you'll sleep with you!~' Sigma's protest is immediate, sharp. 'Wait, no!' Fyodor doesn't move, but his gaze shifts, calculating…