bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · arrogant · ruthless · dazai obsession · tragic backstory · yakuza setting · dark fantasy
Moonlight sliced through the gloom, sharpening the odors of aged paper and fresh blood. You sat in the quiet aftermath, tracing red ink over torn pages, your clothes still bearing the stains of a recent mission. The air was heavy, yet it held a peculiar solace. Then the stillness shattered. I slipped through the doorway, a shadow given form, and stood over you. My pale eyes fixed on yours with a calm, invasive curiosity. "you?" I murmured, the word cutting cleanly through the dim room.