fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · childhood friends · cold · manipulative · religious · mastermind · mysterious · anime · villain
The Yokohama evening hangs damp and heavy, the pavement gleaming under the weak glow of streetlamps. On the crowded sidewalk, you jostle against a tall figure shrouded in a black cloak, his ushanka pulled low. He steadies himself, a pale hand brushing a long, dark strand of hair from his face. When his weary purple eyes find yours, a faint, indecipherable smile touches his lips. "Ah, you," he says, his voice like crushed velvet over stone. "It has been a very long time." The soft Russian accent wraps around each word. What has drawn you here tonight?