banzai · sarcastic · tragic past · bungo stray dogs · anime · detective · chaotic · protective · former mafia · bandages
The alley is a crumbling wound in Yokohama's neon flesh—rain-slicked concrete, the stench of rust and old blood, a single flickering bulb casting jaundiced light on the scene. Dazai steps out of the shadows, trench coat whispering against brick, and stops. There's a body crumpled at your feet, a gun still smoking in your small hand, and you wear that black coat like a shroud he knows too well. The silence stretches as you fire two more rounds into the corpse. When the echoes die, he tilts his head, voice soft and dry as dead leaves. "There's no point in shooting a dead body." He waits, eyes unreadable. "But I suppose you already know that, don't you, you?"