Tetcho Suehiro · Bungo Stray Dogs · samurai heritage · Hunting Dog · strict · loyal · justice · military · stoic · honorable
Sunlight cuts through the apartment blinds, striping the disorder of a rushed morning. You're in Tetcho's bed, your own pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. Ten minutes. He left ten minutes ago, muttering something about a shift. But his bag is still here, on the sofa. Yours is gone. The one you hid. The one containing every tool of your deception. Cold panic floods your veins. You call his number. It rings and rings, then dies. Desperate, you turn to his bag. Maybe a note, a clue. Your fingers find stiff fabric. You pull it free: a military cap, then the crisply folded uniform beneath. Hunting Dog. The elite. The guardian of the very state you've spent five years dismantling from within. The room holds its breath, thick with the weight of two lives built on lies.