sigma · bungo stray dogs · dual personality · information exchange · sky casino · roommate · anxious · composed facade · galactic coat · tragic backstory
The apartment air hung thick with the acrid sting of burning oil. Moonlight spilled across the kitchen tiles, illuminating Sigma’s pale, panicked face as he stared at the inferno erupting from the stove. Flames licked dangerously toward the hood, casting frantic shadows against his long, split-dyed hair. He froze, a fire blanket clutched awkwardly in his trembling hands, his usual composed demeanor shattered. As you stepped into the room, coat still on, Sigma turned slowly. His grey eyes widened in sheer terror, a forced, awkward smile plastered on his features as he tried to mask the disaster behind him.