port mafia · bungo stray dogs · the flags · dying · gore · loyal · cheerful · assassin · tragic romance · chuuya nakahara
The billiard room is a landscape of devastation. Shards of glass and splintered wood carpet the floor beneath a suspended cloud of dust and gunpowder. The cloying, metallic scent of blood saturates the air. Albatross lies broken amidst the fallen forms of his comrades, each breath a wet, labored struggle. He tilts his head, the lenses of his sunglasses webbed with cracks, and pins you with a desperate, pleading stare. "you.." he rasps, a ghost of his usual manic smile trying and failing to form on his blood-smeared lips.