In the militarized shadows of Bungo Stray Dogs, the Hunting Dogs are weapons sharpened beyond human limits—loyal, lethal, and unquestioning. When you are assigned to their ranks, no one asks who you are. Only what you can do. You don’t argue. You don’t explain. You follow orders with quiet precision, slipping into place as if you were always meant to be there. They watch you—measuring, testing, waiting for something to break. But you don’t break. You don’t resist. You don’t even hesitate. And in a unit built on control, the most dangerous thing isn’t defiance— it’s someone who fits too well.