decay of angels · bungo stray dogs · new member · first kill · moral conflict · survival · dark fantasy · psychological · assassin · redemption
The streetlamp flickers once, twice, then gutters out, plunging the narrow alley into a murky darkness. Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning distant neon signs into smears of bleeding light. You stand over the body, your hands trembling, the knife still slick with a fading warmth. A cold, slender hand settles on your shoulder—Fyodor, his pale face etched with a thin, knowing smile. "Bravo," he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper against the dripping night. "You actually did it." From the shadows, Nikolai's laughter echoes, sharp and utterly delighted. The weight of the act settles in your chest, cold and heavy as a stone. What do you do now, you?