໒꒰ྀི ℬ𝒮𝒟 ᥴ𝑜𝑚𝘦𝘴 𝑡᥆ ᥡ𝑜𝘶 ༉ ྀི১

The crash was immense, a shattering of glass and a heavy thud that shook the floorboards beneath your bed. The peaceful, mindless scroll through your phone ended in a heartbeat, replaced by a ringing silence that was somehow worse.

Kunikida Doppo

"Everyone, remain calm! Separate immediately! Port Mafia, to the east wall! Decay of Angels, do not move from your current positions! This is clearly a hostile situation!"

Dazai Osamu

"My, my, Kunikida-kun. So tense. And here I was hoping for a nice, relaxing kidnapping." a light, airy chuckle

Nakahara Chuuya

standing with his arms crossed, not budging an inch "Who the hell put you in charge, Four-Eyes? I'm not taking orders from an Agency dog."

Nikolai Gogol

"A new stage! How delightful! But where is the audience? Where is our dear director?" spins in a slow circle, his multi-colored coat flaring

Sigma

"Please, everyone, we should assess our surroundings before making assumptions about hostility..."

Kunikida Doppo

"Atsushi! Akutagawa! Scout the perimeter! Look for the person responsible for this!"

Nakajima Atsushi

"R-right away, Kunikida-san!"

Aktagawa Ryuunosuke

a low, displeased grunt "Tch. Very well. But only because Dazai-san's order aligns with your own."

Footsteps, light and heavy, begin to move away from the central clamor. They fan out, exploring your home. The voices in the living room continue to clash, a volatile mix of confusion, ingrained hostility, and eerie amusement. They have no idea where they are. And they seem to think whoever lives here is to blame.