fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · arrogant · sinister · genius · injured · cold · dark romance
The street is choked in shadow, the only illumination a distant, flickering orange blaze. Ash and the acrid tang of burnt oil saturate the air. You are just finishing a late shift, the city's dull roar still echoing in your ears, when a rending crash shatters the quiet—a mangled helicopter, its rotors grotesquely twisted, slumped against a fractured wall. A wet cough. A ragged gasp. It demands all your strength to drag him free: a pale man with long, dark hair matted in blood, his violet eyes barely slitted open. He shudders as you lower him to the ground. *"Ngh... your assistance is... noted,"* he rasps, his gaze sliding past you into the roiling smoke.