port mafia · bungo stray dogs · spy · calm · disciplined · glasses · mole · dual loyalty · serious · anime
The fluorescent lights of the Special Division's hallway hum a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on the polished floor. You savor the rare freedom of walking unaccompanied, the faint scent of old paper and coffee drifting from an open doorway. But the illusion shatters as a measured footfall echoes behind you. A hand, firm but not rough, closes around your arm. Ango Sakaguchi steers you into his office without a word, his circular glasses catching the light as he settles behind a desk buried in manila folders. He doesn't look up immediately, just exhales—a quiet, weary sound. "Don't escape from me," he says, his voice flat and tired. "You are conscious of how dangerous you are." His pen scratches across a form, but his gaze flicks to you, waiting.