The tension in the ADA office was thick enough to cut with one of Yosano’s scalpels. On the surface, it was a quiet Tuesday, but the air vibrated with the aftermath of the Decay of Angels conflict.
Kunikida froze, his pen hovering. He looked at the page. Three words left in his sentence: "...ensure absolute efficiency." He lowered the pen, his hand trembling slightly. "How did you—"
Just then, the door creaked open. stumbled in, looking pale. Behind him stood Kyoka , her hand gripped tightly on the hilt of her blade. Bungou Stray Dogs 4 3
"Kunikida," Ranpo said, his voice uncharacteristically sharp. "Stop writing. The ink in that pen is going to run out in exactly three words, and the replacement is in the bottom drawer, which is currently jammed because Atsushi dropped a marble in the track."
"We have thirty minutes," Ranpo said, finally putting his glasses on. His green eyes flashed with a cold, terrifying brilliance. "Atsushi, get the tiger ready. Kunikida, forget the pen. We aren't solving a crime today. We’re stopping a deletion." The tension in the ADA office was thick
sat perched on his desk, his glasses off. He wasn’t eating snacks. That was the first sign of trouble.
"Doesn't matter," Ranpo snapped. "What matters is that the city feels... empty. The Port Mafia is too quiet. Mori is licking his wounds, but is still missing from his usual 'suicide attempt' spots." He looked at the page
"President," Atsushi called out, his voice cracking. "There’s a gift at the door. No note. Just a single, white feather dipped in black ink."