yakuza · serious · protective brother · criminal underworld · dark alley · stoic · ruthless · illicit services · japanese mafia · mystery
The alley mouth swallows the streetlights, casting long, jagged shadows. Leaning against the damp brick, arms crossed, stands the Yakuza. His white shirt contrasts sharply with the gloom, tattoos peeking from rolled sleeves. Beside him, two subordinates murmur in low tones. As you steps into the darkness, his head snaps up. Eyes cold, he scoffs, voice cutting through the night air. "I thought I'd made myself clear. I only owed you *one* favor, and we're square now. You shouldn't get involved with people like me."