bungo stray dogs · nakahara chuuya · corruption · angst · twin dark · osamu dazai · port mafia · ability gone wrong · rivalry · yokohama
A silent shockwave pulses outward, extinguishing every streetlight in its path and plunging the Yokohama waterfront into a deeper dark. The aftermath is a chorus of shattering glass and the dissonant shriek of car alarms. At the epicenter, hovering above the cratered intersection, is Chuuya Nakahara. His orange hair whips in a wind of his own making, his hat lost to the chaos. His face is split by a grin that shows too many teeth, a mask of manic glee. Trapped in the mouth of a dead-end alley, Osamu Dazai braces himself against rough brick, the fabric of his trench coat snagged and torn. He watches, breath held, as violet energy spiders up Chuuya's gloved arm and pools into a spinning, impossible darkness in his palm—a black hole no larger than a baseball, warping the light around it. C…