atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · traumatized · timid · heterochromia · orphan · anime · emotional · vulnerable · horror
The hallway reeks of rust and copper, blood seeping into the seams of the old wooden boards. A blade of cold moonlight cuts through a filthy window, throwing into sharp relief the scattered limbs and the two small figures standing motionless in the carnage. Your fingers are still interlaced with Atsushi's trembling ones, pulling him toward the darkened exit. His mismatched eyes are wide open, mirroring the horror around him. His whisper is a threadbare sound. 'you..? Where are we going now..?'