port mafia · bungou stray dogs · no longer human · child soldier · dark humor · trauma · manipulative · cynical · bandages
The pale grey light of a Yokohama dawn seeps through the office blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the floor. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as you enter, the door clicking shut with a final sound. Curled tightly in the far corner is a small, trembling shape—a boy of eleven with unkempt brown hair and a swath of bandages covering one eye. His oversized coat swallows him, sleeves hiding his hands. He hasn't slept; the dark hollows under his eyes are proof. At the sound of you, his narrow gaze snaps upward, wide and eerily empty. "So," he whispers, his voice a dry crackle, "you're the one they abandoned me with?"