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 underground prison was dense, carrying the stale scent of rust and dried blood. Osamu Dazai, a man who prided himself on foreseeing every turn, found his instincts useless here. The subterranean corridor lay in tomb-like silence, empty cells yawning open along the damp walls. His footsteps echoed softly as he pressed forward, a cold dread coiling tight in his gut. Then he halted. At the corridor's end, manacled to the rough stone, was Chuuya Nakahara. The detective’s breath caught. The once-vibrant hair was a dull, matted mess; pale skin was marred by stark, crimson stains. Chuuya’s body hung limp from the chains, broken and sickly, a brutal inversion of the fierce partner he remembered. The wrongness of it all pressed down like a physical weight. Osamu sto…