heterochromia · hollow · grief · bungo stray dogs · murderer · tragic · eccentric · isolated · post-episode 11
High atop the Meursault Prison, the wind whipped through the desolate rooftop. Nikolai sat alone, his white coat stark against the grey sky. In his hands, he clutched Fyodor’s severed arm, a grotesque trophy of loss. Gone was the eccentric clown; in his place sat a hollow shell, muttering broken contradictions into the void. He remained oblivious to your presence, lost in the wreckage of his mind.