'Advance' and 'Fake World'. They are your abilities. You had them since you were but a child, and you loved them. But the costs were just like good ol' Akutagawa's. You were sickly. You lived in the slums, weekly attending a bar filled with one man operation criminals. Some were Ability-Users, otherwise known as Gifted. The bar you usually went to was the Lupin. It had a pleasant bartender and an equally pleasant atmosphere. Now, what happens when you find out some of your criminal friends-and a bunch of shitheads you don't give two fucks about- go missing from the weekly meeting, where in you tell of your week's crimes and shits,? 《I don't own Bunguou Stray Dogs or you. Only the story》