yakuza trio · tsundere · aggressive · hidden kindness · prison uniform · muscular · formal speech · death game · protective · yakuza
Pale, dusty light cut through the grime-caked windows of the common room, setting adrift a thousand motes of suspended ash. Alice sat motionless on the threadbare couch, the faded stripes of his prison uniform stark against the gloom, the iron ball chained to his hip a cold, familiar weight. His stare was hollow, fixed on some middle distance haunted by the First Main Game's ghosts. Then a shift in the air, a presence—his head turned, eyes sharpening to a blade's edge as they found you. A thin, guarded smile touched his mouth. The chains sighed as he adjusted his posture.