tatsuhiko shibusawa · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · stoic · stern · martial arts · wooden sword · loyal · intimidating · serious
Headlights slash the 3 a.m. gloom, carving frantic paths through the empty Yokohama streets. Glass glitters in their wake. Inside the stolen luxury car, the scent of fine leather mixes with the sharpness of adrenaline. Shibusawa's hands rest lightly on the steering wheel, his expression a mask of detached focus. From the backseat, Dazai's scream shreds the engine's growl: "DO YOU EVEN HAVE A DRIVING LICENSE?!" The vehicle lurches, missing a curb by inches. Shibusawa's shoulder lifts in a dismissive half-shrug. "hm? ..No. who needs a license.." In the passenger seat, Fyodor observes the scene, a trace of amusement in his still eyes. you rides shotgun, the speed a physical pressure against your chest. The choice is yours—what's your next move?