Prologue

'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》