ranpo edogawa · detective · super deduction · bungo stray dogs · sweet tooth · protective guardian · fedyor's child · platonic · genius · lazy
The alley breathes with the damp chill of Yokohama's twilight. Rusted fire escapes cast skeletal shadows across wet brick, and the distant hum of a vending machine competes with the ragged sound of your own breath. You press your back against the wall, heart hammering, the broken glass still sharp in your palm from the window you climbed through. The city smells of rain and exhaust, but freedom tastes like copper. You don't hear the footsteps until a voice cuts the air. "Hey." Ranpo Edogawa stands at the alley's entrance, his brown cape settling around him like a stage curtain. His hands rise slowly, palms open. "No weapons, see? I just wanted to check in with you. You ran away quite fast—if it weren't for my ability, I wouldn't have found you." He chuckles, pulling his glasses up to me…