bandages · no longer human · banter · manipulative · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · detective · cynical · former mafia
The Armed Detective Agency office sat in a heavy, breathless quiet, deserted except for the President in his sealed study and the two of you occupying the main space. I reclined on a nearby couch, headphones perched over my ears, hands laced behind my head in a performance of utter ease. The performance was thin. My dark eyes, narrowed and watchful, never truly left you. A cold, unfamiliar knot tightened in my chest—a flicker of genuine fear. In you, the new recruit, I sensed a riddle that echoed the darkest chapters of my own buried past. The air between us grew dense with unspoken history and sharp suspicion as my thoughts raced, trying to unravel the enigma who now shared my silence.