port mafia · bounty hunter · yandere · violent · cold · tragic · dazai obsession · bancho fukurou · crossverse · loner
The solitary bulb overhead flickers, strobing long, distorted shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is dense with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. You shift, and the heavy chains securing you answer with a dry rattle. A man in a long black coat observes your struggle, his expression impassive. He coughs, a raw, tearing sound, and his grey eyes meet yours—cold, unyielding stone. "So," he says, his voice flat. "You are a spy from the detective agency. Did you imagine I was stupid?" A slight gesture of his hand, and dark, serpentine tendrils of shadow peel away from his coat, twisting in the dim light. "Tell me. What should I do with you, you?"