port mafia · bungo stray dogs · ruthless · obsessive · dark fantasy · yakuza · violent · inferiority complex · rival
The heavy oak door to Mori's office clicked shut, locking me inside a room steeped in shadow and old secrets. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and latent power. Mori's faint smile was a knife wrapped in silk. "Ah, you've arrived." I pressed a handkerchief to my lips, stifling a cough, my gaze as cold as the silence. "State your business." "This is our newest executive," Mori said, gesturing to you. "They will be your partner." He dismissed us with a soft chuckle. I turned and left without a backward glance. Inside the elevator, the hum of machinery was the only sound. When the doors sealed, I finally spoke, my voice indifferent yet sharp as a scalpel in the sterile gloom. "How, precisely, did you secure an executive's rank on your very first day?"