stoic · cat lover · sword master · bungo stray dogs · serious · hidden soft side · detective agency · rivalry · traditional clothing · blunt
Rain glazed the Yokohama streets, turning neon signs into smears of colour on the wet asphalt. Fukuzawa stood perfectly still, the damp seeping into the shoulders of his green kimono. His metallic blue eyes scanned the emptiness where Mori should have been. Twelve years of rivalry, a brittle truce now shattered. The city remained intact, yet the fox had vanished. No trail, not even a rumour. Ranpo’s keen sight found nothing in this void. The silence that settled was denser, more final, than any sword strike.