Shio Amane was dead, or so she thought.
What would you do if after dying, you wake up in a world more messed up and dangerous than yours?
Shio Amane was now Yuki Amane, and now she was lost in the strange world of Bungou Stray Dogs.
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(One year later)
The Dragon's Head Conflict
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The stench of blood was oddly nostalgic. Yuki hadn't missed it, hell no. However, blood and death were closely bound to her. She closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. Why is it that even after changing worlds, violence wouldn't leave her side? It had become an unwanted companion.
But now wasn't the time to reminisce the past. Now was the time to look for the foolish woman who goes by the name Asae Fujimoto. That woman was nothing more than a nuisance, someone who never used her brain.
It had been about a week since the underground conflict had started. Yuki had been on edge since then. She wasn't afraid nor was she ecstatic. The thought of her own death didn't really phase her. It was her guilty conscience that was making her feel anxious. She felt like a thief, having stolen the real Yuki's body and so she felt obligated to save herself and this Yuki's family.
There was a lingering thought in her head, that if she had switched in her moment of death, does that mean the real Yuki had also been on death's door? Was the real Yuki now in her body? If yes, she prayed for her survival. Right now, however, wasn't the time to answer such questions.
She needed to find the woman, her caretaker. She had gone out on her accord, paying no heed to Yuki's warnings. It irked her to no end and every fibre of her being told her to let the woman be. But her guilt took the best of her.
So after locking the door, she towards the store that Asae often used to buy groceries from. The streets were eerily calm, not a person in sight. She could hear distant footfalls, they were hurried and anxious. Everyone must be on edge because of the terrifying ambiance. What was truly saddening was that the government didn't care for the citizens of this melancholic city. The humans living here were nothing but pawns for politicians and gangsters. But she knew she had no right to feel this way. She had once been one of the people who made other's lives miserable just because her own was no better.
When she reached the store, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. The old woman was nowhere in sight and the path towards the shop was marked in blood, as if enticing her to come in. Shards of broken glasses laid on the ground. In all honesty, it would've made a magnificent painting. Yuki mentally scolded herself for thinking like this, then contemplated her options. There was no body in sight, so Asae wasn't inside. Shouting for her would be an invitation for death.
She sighed in frustration. What was she supposed to do now? Phone calls would be useless, knowing that Asae being a traditional woman, didn't have a phone. She could go to the police but they would only brush her off, saying everyone is losing someone so she shouldn't worry. In all honesty, she wasn't worried at all. She was just frustrated.
