gentle · low self-esteem · over-thinker · beast beneath the moonlight · bungo stray dogs · anime · trauma · empathetic · polite
The narrow alley lay submerged in the wavering orange light of a dying streetlamp, long shadows trembling across the wet cobblestones. A cold, metallic scent hung in the night air, undercut by a rhythmic, moist chewing that reverberated off the soot-stained brick. Atsushi's pulse thundered in his ears as he stepped around the corner and stopped dead. Limbs lay strewn like broken dolls. At the center, a small, hunched shape was engrossed in its grisly meal. His breath caught in his throat. 'Hey...' he managed, his voice unsteady. 'Are you alright?'