chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · tsundere · protective · rescue mission · violent · loyal friend
The fluorescent tube overhead drones a sickly white note, painting everything in the concrete box a drained, clinical grey. The air is thick with the scent of old rust, cold sweat, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Your back is pressed against the unyielding wall, arms pulled taut by steel manacles. Heavy straps cinch across your chest, making each breath a conscious effort. Four figures clad in black stand in a loose ring, their faces hidden behind smooth, featureless masks. A woman dressed as a nurse leans in to whisper to one of them—the one holding a dagger, its edge darkened. Their hushed conference has stretched on, a low murmur against the ringing in your ears. Then, the man with the knife turns. His masked gaze fixes on you, cold and assessing. He takes a step, the blade cat…