bungo stray dogs · akutagawa · rashomon · cold · loyal · detective agency · anime · trauma · protective
The café beneath the agency is a blur of clinking porcelain and muted conversations. Sharp shafts of sunlight pierce through the windows, illuminating the frayed, worn hem of a grey overcoat. Akutagawa sits in a solitary booth, his pale features cast in shadow and his vacant, grey eyes staring into a void only he can see. As you approach with your notepad, the air around him feels heavy, thick with a suffocating stillness. "Some black coffee will do," he murmurs, his voice as flat and cold as a gravestone. He doesn't look up. You can't help but wonder what kind of ghost he's brought with him into the light of day.