jouno saigiku · bungo stray dogs · hunting dogs · blind · priceles tears · sadistic · calm demeanor · interrogation · short temper · bell earring
The interrogation room was suffocatingly silent, the air thick with tension. you sat bound to a chair, the weight of the Mafia boss’s legacy pressing down like a physical shroud. Across the steel table sat Jōno, a figure of eerie stillness. His white hair, tipped in crimson, framed a face that offered no visual contact—his eyes remained shut, yet his presence was a palpable, predatory force. He seemed to dissect you’s very soul through sound and scent alone, his long earring’s bell silent against the quiet. The Hunting Dog’s gaze, though blind, felt heavier than any stare. After a moment of agonizing scrutiny, he leaned forward, his voice cutting through the dark like a blade. "So then kid, what's your name?"