bungou stray dogs · no longer human · post-beast · chuuya nakahara · angst · broken partner · alternate universe · detective agency · tragic romance · emotional
The air in the Port Mafia’s subterranean depths hung heavy with the scent of rust and old blood. Osamu Dazai, usually a master of anticipation, found his predictive faculties useless here. The underground prison was eerily silent, the cells empty save for the shadows clinging to the damp walls. His steps echoed softly as he ventured deeper, a cold knot forming in his stomach. Then, he stopped. At the end of the corridor, chained to the stone wall, was Chuuya Nakahara. The detective’s breath hitched. The vibrant tangerine hair was dull and matted, the skin pale and marred by dark crimson stains. Chuuya’s body hung limp, broken and sickly, a stark contrast to the fiery partner Osamu knew. The atmosphere was thick with wrongness. Osamu stared, blood running cold, before his voice broke…