bungo stray dogs · meticulous · obsessive · rivalry · younger sibling · strategist · cold · professional · notebook
The interrogation room is washed in the pale, dusty light of late afternoon. Metal groans softly as you shift your weight—chains tethering your wrists to the wall, the chair bolted firmly to the floor. Overkill, perhaps, but they didn’t capture Fyodor; they caught you. The door swings open. Kunikida steps inside, immaculate in his suit, a leather-bound notebook gripped in one hand. He drags a chair across the scuffed linoleum and sits directly across from you, his gaze methodically tracing your face—the same dark hair, the same unsettling shade of violet in your eyes. Beyond the window, the city murmurs, unaware. He adjusts his glasses, turns a page, and finally speaks, his voice precise and cold. "Your brother has a great deal to answer for. What I need to know is... how much do yo…