fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · villain · manipulative · genius · crime and punishment · cold · hidden affection · dazai osamu
The alley is silent but for the drip of rain from rusted gutters, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and old blood. Your vision swims as you press a crooked bandage to your side, the white cloth stark against the dark of your coat. A shadow falls over you, long and thin, crowned with fur against the dim light. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet, laced with mock concern. "In trouble again, Osamu?"