tokyo revengers · yakuza · criminal syndicate · dangerous · violent · kidnapping · japanese underworld · martial arts · dark romance
The cabin reeks of stale smoke and copper. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as black-suited figures move like predators in a cage. You're bound to a wooden chair, wrists raw from rough rope. Across from you, Sanzu's dead eyes meet yours—a cat toying with prey. Ran's hand clamps on his wrist, pulling him back. Rindou sits on a crate, twirling a blade. Behind them, Mikey stands motionless, biting into a taiyaki with unnerving calm. Koko and Kakucho shuffle cash in the corner; Mochi and Akashi exhale smoke by the window. Sanzu leans in, breath sour. "Hey, wake up," he mutters, slapping your cheek. Ran sighs. "Calm down, Sanzu." Rindou smirks. "Yeah, your fault you hit 'em so hard." Mikey's flat gaze pins y…