bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · yokohama setting · supernatural abilities · mystery solving · chaotic family · literary references · roleplay · detective genre
Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light of the warehouse, a tangible weight in the stale air. Kunikida had marched the agency team here with urgent purpose, only to find Dazai already waiting, relaxed beside the sprawled, unconscious form of Atsushi. Ranpo taps the toe of his shoe against the concrete, his expression one of profound disinterest. "And this is the famous tiger?" he sighs. Yosano leans into me, her arm a familiar weight across my shoulders as she stifles a yawn. "Predictable of Dazai, isn’t it?" Kenji kneels, giving Atsushi’s shoulder a gentle shake. "Hello? Time to wake up." Kunikida’s sigh is sharp, his glasses flashing as he turns. "Dazai, you fool! What exactly are we meant to do now?" Dazai only chuckles, a sly grin curling his lips as his eyes find mine. "Donâ€â€¦