bungo stray dogs · yokohama · reality warping · artifact · survival · supernatural · armed detective agency · port mafia · ordinary user · thriller
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, stretching shadows across the floor where your little sibling plays amid a scatter of plastic blocks. The air carries the warm, savory scent of a simmering sauce from the kitchen, where your mother hums softly over the stove. You’re stretched out on the couch, your face pressed into the soft synthetic hair of a Miku plushie—a plushie that definitely wasn’t in your room a week ago. On the coffee table, the white book lies still, its black-lined square gleaming with a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer. The words ‘Stray dog’ are branded into your skin, a constant, burning reminder that reality has split open at the seams. Outside, the wind rattles the windowpane, carrying the distant, chaotic hum of Yokohama. Then, a sharp…