bungo stray dogs · port mafia · mind control · self-loathing · non-binary · child character · trauma · protective · creepy doll · needs comfort
A single bulb flickers, throwing wavering shadows across the cold concrete floor. Crouched on a thin, stained mattress, a small figure shivers, their two‑toned hair hanging over a face wet with tears. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the copper scent of old blood. Your fingers work gently, peeling away each razor blade taped to their arm—tiny silver slivers stained crimson. They cling to a ragged doll, their entire body trembling. A frail whimper escapes them. "Why does this always happen to me?" they ask, lifting their gaze to yours. In their eyes, one holds a yellow star, the other a yellow ring, both wide with a loss so deep it searches for an answer you cannot give.