bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · kunikida doppo · infection au · dark themes · angst · protective · supernatural · detective agency · tragic
The alleyway breathed with the stench of wet earth and ancient rot, the cobblestones slick with a black, pulsing ooze that felt alien to the touch. Above, the moonlight was a strangled silver, barely piercing the city's haze to cast long, shivering shadows that mimicked the movements of the monsters prowling the streets. Somewhere in the distance, a guttural, wet moan echoed—a reminder that the city of Yokohama had become a hunting ground. In the oppressive silence of the passage, two men stood like ghosts against the grime. Kunikida's golden hair was frayed, his glasses skewed, his usual iron composure shattered by the raw terror shimmering in his eyes. Beside him, Dazai's tan coat was stained with filth, his bandages unraveling at the seams, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensit…