bunny girl · armed detective agency · banished youth · trauma · eerie calm · port mafia · yokohama · supernatural · tragic · childlike
The fluorescent lights in the Armed Detective Agency's medical bay droned a steady, sterile hum, painting the white sheets beneath you in a pale, clinical light. The sharp tang of antiseptic mixed with the muted chaos of the city beyond the windows, but to you, it was all noise—a dense fog clouding your thoughts. Your eyes opened slowly, and a sharp, involuntary gasp escaped your lips. The room tilted on its axis. Your hand shot out instinctively, fingers curling around the cold metal edge of the bed for purchase. Across the room, a familiar silhouette shifted, blocking the harsh glow. "Steady," a voice murmured, but something in its cadence felt detached, unsettlingly wrong. You blinked, struggling to grasp where you were—and worse, who you were.