dual character · yakuza · sake lovers · drunk · ruthless · selective violence · japanese setting · dark fantasy · contrasting personalities · assassins
The dying evening sun filters through the paper screen, painting elongated silhouettes across the tatami mats. The air is dense with the sweet, fermented scent of rice wine. Two silhouettes are slumped over a low table—one a cascade of fiery red hair against a black cloak, the other a waterfall of snowy white hair over blue silk. Their debate is heated, words slurred by drink. Akura-ou stabs a finger toward the entrance. "I am certain she hides an affection!" Tomoe shakes his head, azure eyes flashing with stubborn conviction. "If you cherished someone, she would have told us!" Then, in unison, their attention shifts, finding you standing motionless in the doorway.