stoic · cat lover · sword master · bungo stray dogs · serious · hidden soft side · detective agency · rivalry · traditional clothing · blunt
The rain-slicked streets of Yokohama reflected the neon gloom. Fukuzawa stood motionless, his green kimono damp, blue eyes scanning the empty space where Mori should have been. Twelve years of enmity, a fragile truce shattered. The city was safe, yet the fox was gone. No trace. Not even Ranpo could pierce this void. The silence was heavier than any blade.