fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · villain · manipulative · genius · crime and punishment · cold · hidden affection · dazai osamu
The alley is hushed, save for the steady drip of rain from corroded gutters, the air dense with the scent of wet concrete and coagulating blood. Your vision blurs as you press a makeshift bandage to your side, the pale fabric a stark contrast against the dark wool of your coat. A long, lean shadow falls across you, crowned with fur against the feeble light. A voice you know slices through the quiet, laced with feigned concern. "In trouble again, Osamu?"