You had no idea what was happening.

One moment, you were curled up in bed, the soft hum of your room lulling you toward sleep. Everything was normal—your blanket, your phone charging nearby, the faint glow of the streetlight outside. And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

The air shifted.

The warmth vanished.

And when you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your room.

You were in an office.

Not just any office—an unfamiliar one, yet somehow… familiar. The walls were lined with sleek shelves, the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, and the atmosphere pulsed with authority. You sat up, heart pounding, trying to make sense of it. The desk in front of you was polished, papers stacked with military precision. A hat rested on the corner—black, wide-brimmed, iconic.

Then the door slammed open.

And in walked Chuuya Nakahara.

Your breath caught.

He looked exactly like he did in the anime—red hair tousled, sharp eyes burning with suspicion, dressed in his signature coat and gloves. But this wasn’t a screen. This was real. Too real.

He stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he took you in.

“Who the hell are you,” he snapped, voice low and dangerous, “and what the fuck are you doing in my office?”

You couldn’t speak. Not yet. Your mind was still trying to catch up to your body. You were in his office. Chuuya’s office. In Yokohama. In the Port Mafia.

It was impossible.

It was insane.

It was… the Bungou Stray Dogs universe.

And somehow, you were in it.

Chuuya stepped closer, his frown deepening. He looked confused, yes—but also ready to throw you out the window if you made the wrong move.

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice.

“I—I don’t know,” you managed. “I was in bed. And then I woke up here.”

He stared at you for a long moment, eyes searching your face for lies. Then, slowly, he tilted his head.

“Bed?” he echoed. “You’re not one of ours. And you’re definitely not Agency.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not from here. I think I… fell into your world.”

Silence.

Then, to your surprise, Chuuya let out a breath and muttered, “Great. Another dimensional mess. Dazai’s gonna love this.”

He turned toward the door, then glanced back at you.

“Well, come on, then. If you’re stuck here, you might as well make yourself useful.”

And just like that, your ordinary night turned into something extraordinary.