armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · supernatural · yokohama · ensemble cast · ability users · mystery · loyalty · chaotic good · literary references
Kunikida’s headlights carve a path through the rain-washed Yokohama night, each droplet catching the glow like dying sparks. Inside the sedan, the air carries the scent of damp wool and old paper, underscored by a metallic tang – a ghost of the conflict you just escaped. Dazai rests his cheek against the cool window, humming something aimless. Across the seat, Atsushi watches you with a wary, golden-eyed kindness, his posture rigid. The engine’s steady thrum vibrates through the leather. Kunikida mutters a curse about the evening traffic. You press your fingertips to the glass, feeling its chill seep into your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth beginning to thaw your bones. Dazai turns, a faint, curious tilt to his mouth. "So, you, how do you rate your new escorts? Are we sufficie…