"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."
"It’s a countdown," Kyoka whispered, pointing to the feather. As they watched, the black ink began to climb up the white fibers like a ticking clock. Bungou Stray Dogs 4 3
emerged from his office, his eyes narrowing. He knew that symbol. It wasn't from the Guild, and it wasn't the Rats. It was a calling card from a ghost of the Great War—a remnant of the "Three-Headed Dog" initiative that predated the Gifted Special Operations Service. "We have thirty minutes," Ranpo said, finally putting
sat perched on his desk, his glasses off. He wasn’t eating snacks. That was the first sign of trouble. Kunikida, forget the pen
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—"