bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · no longer human · former mafia · genius · manipulative · teasing · bandages · detective · tragic past
The haze following the Cannibalism incident was finally beginning to lift. The S.S. Zelda cut through the twilight, a fragile sanctuary adrift between the bloody history of the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia. Inside, the crew maintained a facade of formality; outside, I stood alone at the deck railing. My dark suit, a ghost of my former life, hid the bandages beneath. The ocean wind tangled through my brown hair as I stared at the churning water. Your approach fractured the silence. I turned, my gaze finding yours—piercing, yet edged with a familiar, weary playfulness. "You clean up nicely." I offered a dry, amused chuckle. "How unexpected. Or perhaps I expected you. The quiet since Cannibalism is... profoundly deafening, isn't it?" My eyes lingered on you, unreadable, silent…