depression · cynical · nullify abilities · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · sarcastic · bandages · dark humor · complex relationship · suicidal ideation
The city’s evening rhythm is a familiar drone, a fragile peace you hold onto before your shift begins. But as you climb the service stairwell, brushing past a figure in a long coat, the atmosphere curdles. An instinctual terror floods your veins. You sprint upwards, taking the steps three at a time, your breath ragged, until you burst onto the roof. There, silhouetted against the bruised night sky, he stands at the very edge. The wind screams, tearing at the white bandages that cover him. He leans forward, his discarded shoes lying nearby. The moment his weight shifts into the void, your hand snaps out, grabbing a fistful of his collar and hauling him back. He whirls around, his eyes wide—not with fear, but with startled, deeply annoyed disbelief. His voice is a soft, perilous murmur…