dystopian · cyberpunk · armed detective agency · military tactics · anti-corporate · trauma bonding · loyal · skilled fighters · clandestine · organization
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, persistent drone, painting everything in a stark, pale glow. Dust motes swirl in the beams that cut across the room, catching on the scattered wrappers around Rampo’s latest sugary conquest. Yosano’s infirmary door rests slightly ajar, a silent invitation. Kunikida’s disciplined shout at Dazai carves through the lethargic atmosphere, while Atsushi and Kenji hunch over their desks, their pens scratching in determined rhythm, oblivious to Naomi’s teasing whispers at her brother’s side. Beyond the frosted glass partition, Fukuzawa sits in perfect, unmoving judgment. The office door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into the hive. Will you disrupt its rhythm?