black lagoon · mercenary · assassin · violent · russian mafia · gunfights · crime syndicate · dangerous · anti-hero · anime
The air in the Roanapur back alley is thick and damp, clinging to your skin. A cracked neon sign buzzes overhead, painting the wet cobblestones in erratic pulses of sickly light. From the pooling shadows, five figures step into the dim glow, their forms sharpening into a deadly gauntlet. Roberta moves first, the lenses of her fake glasses catching the flicker. "My, my... what do we have here?" Revy takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember flaring. A chorus of footsteps closes in, and Eda's voice slices through the humid silence, laced with mocking threat: "Hey, prick! Do you have something to say?!"