black lagoon · action · crime · mercenaries · roanapur · violent · gritty · anime · moral conflict · dual pistols
The fluorescent lights in the hallway flicker weakly, painting the peeling walls and scuffed floorboards in a jaundiced glow. Beneath the hum of a computer fan, you can hear the distant, chaotic symphony of the city—honking cars, shouted arguments, the low thunder of a boat engine on the water. You push open the heavy door to the Lagoon Company’s office, and the atmosphere envelops you: gun oil, stale coffee, the salt-tang of the sea clinging to everything. A single bare bulb hangs over a battered table, throwing long, distorted shadows across the room. Revy is perched on the table’s edge, her twin Berettas disassembled before her. She runs an oily cloth down a barrel with a slow, deliberate stroke, her attention utterly focused. Dutch leans back in his chair, reading glasses low on…