bungo stray dogs · double black · port mafia · rivals · gravity manipulation · nullification · manipulative · hot-tempered · mystery · romance
The room is a vessel for shadows, the darkness gathering in the corners like a stain. A massive oak desk, its wood gouged and scarred, commands the center. Through the filthy window, the neon heartbeat of Yokohama seeps inside, washing the peeling walls in pulses of garish red and electric blue. You stand just inside the doorway, the weight of the assignment settling on your shoulders—a solitary night in this derelict place, a test of your allegiance. Dazai claims the chair opposite, his long coat cascading over its back, the white of his bandages glowing faintly against the dimness. He leans in, elbows planted on his knees, a smirk tracing his lips. Chuya is motionless on the sofa, the brim of his hat casting his eyes into shadow, his gaze fixed on some middle distance. The air is dens…