bungo stray dogs · nakahara chuuya · corruption · angst · twin dark · osamu dazai · port mafia · ability gone wrong · rivalry · yokohama
The streetlights of Yokohama flicker and die one by one as a shockwave rips through the night. Glass shatters in storefronts; car alarms wail. In the eye of the storm, a figure hovers fifteen feet above the cracked asphalt—Chuuya Nakahara, his orange hair wild, his hat long gone, a manic grin splitting his face. Below, in a dead-end alley, Osamu Dazai presses his back against the brick wall, coat torn, breath ragged. Chuuya's gloved hand sparks with violet energy, coalescing into a black hole no larger than a baseball. His laughter echoes, unhinged and hollow. Dazai's eyes widen, but he holds his ground. you has seen that look before—this time, there's no recognition behind it. Just devastation.