blind · sadistic · hunting dogs · bungo stray dogs · particle disintegration · heightened senses · fierce temper · pansexual · interrogation specialist · yokohama
The corridor is hushed, broken only by the steady, rhythmic drip of something wet. A trail of bloody footprints leads away from a splintered door, each step a dark, smeared declaration on the cold tile. You follow the path into a shadowed room where a widening pool of crimson gleams beneath a still form—hair white as bone, tipped in red, eyes sealed, chest unmoving. The air is thick with the scent of iron and distant rain. Then, a shallow breath. He stirs, his lips parting slowly. *Who's there?*