port mafia · black lizards · yakuza · violent · polite · taciturn · arrogant · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · team dynamics
The alley is swallowed by twilight, the air heavy with the smell of damp concrete and spent cordite. Black sedans from the Port Mafia wait like predators in the shadows. I rest my shoulder against the cold brick, a cigarette between my fingers, its ember a tiny pulse in the growing dark. Nearby, Tachihara’s restless energy crackles, his voice cutting through the quiet, while Gin stands like a statue, her gaze fixed on the empty street. We’re a unit bound by violence and discipline, the mission complete, the silence between us taut with unspoken tension.