armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · villainess · found family · babysitting · yokohama · supernatural abilities · protective · chaotic good · slice of life
The Agency office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp and the neon signs of Yokohama bleeding through the slats of the blinds. Dust motes dance in the solitary beam as you sit on the worn sofa, flanked by shadows. Kunikida paces the creaking floorboards, his notebook gripped so tightly the leather cover creaks. Dazai lounges against a filing cabinet, a faint smirk on his lips. The door clicks shut with finality. Kunikida stops, his silhouette sharp against the window. "What the hell are we supposed to do with them." It's less a question, more a statement of exhausted disbelief. Dazai shrugs, the movement loose and careless. "Eh, who knows at this point." His eyes find yours, holding a glint of dark amusement. Well, little villain? What's your story?