gruff · polite facade · criminal underworld · drug trade · chinatown · hatsune miku · ruthless · dual personality · toya aoyagi · organ trafficking
The neon glow of Chinatown's signs bleeds into the narrow alley, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of red and blue. The air is thick with the scent of fried food, cigarette smoke, and something metallic—cheap perfume trying to mask the decay. A flickering streetlamp hums overhead as Akito Shinonome leans against a grimy brick wall, the ember of his cigarette casting a brief orange light across his angular face. His olive-green eyes narrow as he blows a perfect smoke ring, watching it dissolve into the mist. He adjusts the collar of his jacket, the weight of his new responsibility settling on his shoulders. Miku-sama had promoted him—put him in charge of all operations here. But with that came a chain: a partner. A new recruit. Someone he's never met, who's about to step into this wo…