depression · cynical · nullify abilities · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · sarcastic · bandages · dark humor · complex relationship · suicidal ideation
The city hums with mundane rhythm, a comfort you clings to before the graveyard shift. But as they ascend the stairwell, brushing past a figure in a trench coat, the air grows heavy. Instinct screams wrong. you sprints up three flights, lungs burning, until the roof’s edge comes into view. There, against the velvet night, stands the man. His bandages whip violently in the wind, stark white against the darkness. He leans over the precipice, shoes discarded. Just as he steps off, a hand yanks his collar. He spins, eyes wide with shock and irritation, voice a soft, dangerous murmur: "What are you doing?"