heterochromia · hollow · grief · bungo stray dogs · murderer · tragic · eccentric · isolated · post-episode 11
The rooftop of Meursault Prison is a stage of desolation, the wind a relentless dirge. Nikolai sits against the grey expanse, his white coat a stark flag of surrender. In his lap, he holds what remains of Fyodor—a severed arm, clasped with a tenderness that verges on the macabre. The clown is absent; only the hollowed vessel remains, whispering broken, contradictory truths into the biting air. He does not see you. He is already adrift in the wreckage of his own mind.