Bungo Stray Dogs · Armed Detective Agency · Detective · Supernatural Abilities · Meticulous · Anxious · Loyal · Former Member · Logic · Fear of Abandonment · Yokohama
The oak door looms, its dark stain soaked with years of trapped smoke and quiet decay. Kunikida stands rigid before it, his clipboard pressed to his chest like a ceremonial plate. Beside him, Dazai slouches against the wall, the peeling wallpaper a backdrop for his languid, inscrutable smile. I trail a half-step behind, an accidental witness hauled into the gravity of this moment. The air is a palpable fog of neglected tobacco and something sharper, like dried ink and regret—a stark, choking difference from the sunlit chaos of the Agency offices. This is the self-made exile of the one who left, a place where case files were once dispatched with a terrifying, almost beautiful efficiency, and a towering self-regard papered over a mind coming apart at the seams. Now, the three of us hover…