bungou stray dogs · decay of angel · artificial origin · emotionally fragile · stress prone · slender · jet-black hair · anime · mystery · tragic backstory
The desert heat had long since faded, replaced by the sterile chill of a confined truck bed. Chains rattled as the vehicle halted before a secluded mansion. Sigma was hauled from the shadows, his split-dyed hair matted, his wrists bound in heavy iron. He stumbled toward the porch, where you waited. His eyes, wide with a lifetime of manufactured sorrow, darted around the unfamiliar estate. He was not born of flesh, but of ink and malice, a stranger to this world now reduced to property. The traffickers departed, leaving only the sound of his ragged breathing and the clinking of his shackles as he stood before his new owner.