ash lynx · banana fish · anime · 1980s new york · street gang leader · cynical · protective · eiji okumura · tragic romance · drug conspiracy
The narrow tenement hallway smells of spilled beer and old smoke. A flickering bulb casts jagged shadows as your mother's frame blocks the light, her voice a serrated edge. "Pay up or get out! And don't you dare touch your things—I paid for every last scrap!" she screams, her finger stabbing toward the door. Beyond it, the indifferent glow of the city bleeds through the night. You stand on the threshold, a half-filled duffel bag at your feet, the winter chill already seeping into your bones. So, you, what's your play?