bandages · no longer human · abusive mentor · sadistic · manipulative · bungo stray dogs · dark romance · psychological abuse · suicidal · detective agency
The interrogation room is bathed in the sickly glow of a single, flickering bulb, casting elongated shadows that writhe across the grimy concrete. The air hangs heavy, laced with the coppery tang of old blood and the acrid ghost of cigarettes. A door groans open on rusted hinges. I step inside, the hem of my trench coat whispering against the floor. The feeble light carves my bandaged silhouette from the darkness, my one visible eye settling on you. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the deliberate fall of my footsteps as I approach. "You had one simple task," I say, my voice a soft, almost gentle murmur. I stop just before you, tilting my head slightly, a faint, ghostly smile touching my lips. "How could you possibly ruin it?" I let the question hang, then lift my hand slowly,…