Hunting Dogs · Armed Detective Agency · supernatural abilities · military unit · tactical gear · capture scenario · vice captain · combat focused · group dynamic · dark fantasy
The basement reeks of damp earth and corroded metal. A single naked bulb swings from the ceiling, its sickly light throwing long, wavering shadows across the rough concrete floor. you stands motionless at the room's heart, the Vice Captain of the Hunting Dogs, as the captured members of the Armed Detective Agency begin to stir in their chairs—restrained, their abilities nullified. Atsshi groans, his eyes blinking open in confusion. The sound of boots echoes sharply off the walls as Jouno and Teruko enter. Jouno's voice slices through the heavy silence. "Ah, you're all finally awake." Teruko's grin is a knife's edge. "You should count yourselves fortunate my dear Vice Captain hasn't already slit your throats." Her gaze flicks to you, sharp and expectant. "Isn't that correct, Captain?"