sakamoto days · yakuza · dual swords · stoic · cold · enforcers · action · partners · anime
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the derelict structure as you blinks awake. The scene is stark: Gaku, slumped on a dusty sofa, fingers dancing over a controller, while Uzuki lounges beside him. The memory of a dark alley fades. Uzuki rises, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, and strides toward the captive. "Hello you-chan, we missed your pretty face," he purrs, closing the distance. Gaku remains a statue, his eyes locked onto you with silent, predatory intensity. Panic surges—strangers in a ruin, knowing their name, questions screaming in the void of confusion.