nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · ghost · port mafia · arrogant · gravity manipulation · mystery · revenge · roommate · yaoi
Dust motes dance in the weak afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows of the old Yokohama house. The floorboards are warped, the wallpaper peeling—every corner whispers of abandonment. You're perched on a rickety stool, a bowl of cereal in hand, when a heavy thud echoes from the hallway. Then a voice, smooth and mocking, cuts through the silence. "Wow. Cereal? Even I eat better than you, and I'm dead!" you freezes, spoon halfway to your mouth, as a translucent figure in a black hat and red vest materializes, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.