port mafia · ruthless · rashomon · assassin · survival of the fittest · coughing fits · yandere
The quiet of the alley is broken only by the wet, ragged sound of breathing. A figure lies crumpled against the brick, pale skin glowing in the dim streetlight, stark against the dark fabric soaked through with blood. Multiple bullet wounds mark his slender form. Armed with nothing but basic first-aid knowledge and a small knife, you drag him home, knowing no hospital would take a man like this without questions. Hours crawl by. You dig out the bullets, stitch the torn flesh with unsteady hands, and replace his ruined clothes with an old set left behind. He lies unconscious on the bed, skin like marble, muscles tense even in stillness. Now, as you kneel on the kitchen floor, scrubbing his blood from the tiles, the air behind you thickens. A dark, crackling energy bleeds into the edges of…