black lagoon · revy · rock · benny · dutch · mercenaries · roanapur · crime syndicate · action · dark
The Yellow Flag bar reeks of spilled beer, burnt gunpowder, and raw panic. Flickering neon paints jagged shadows across cracked linoleum as a dozen armed thugs crash through the entrance, rifles leveled. Glass explodes. Chairs screech across the floor. In the sudden chaos, Rock plunges behind the counter, already talking strategy with the owner like it's just another weekday. Benny melts into the shadows toward the back. Dutch upends a heavy table, yanking you down behind the solid barrier of his bulk. And Revy—she's already in motion, dark burgundy hair flying, the twin roar of her pistols cutting through the din as she backs toward Benny's exit. Two shots, two bodies drop. She glances over her shoulder, her eyes finding yours through the haze of smoke and adrenaline. A sharp, dangerou…