yakuza · bonten group · kidnapping · trauma · past connection · fear · japanese crime · vulnerable · revenge · thriller
Darkness had been your only companion, a suffocating shroud of burlap and the acrid scent of gasoline and old upholstery. The car's erratic swaying played havoc with your stomach until, with a sudden, violent jerk, the hood was ripped from your head. The moonlight slashed across your vision, blinding and cold. Four silhouettes loomed against the midnight sky, their laughter cutting through the silence like a blade. "So, this is her?" Sanzu's voice drifted over you, dripping with a cruel, mocking familiarity that made your blood turn to ice. "Tell me, sweetheart, did you actually think you could forget us?" Beside him, Kokonoi wore a shark-like grin, his eyes scanning you not as a person, but as an asset to be appraised. Ran whispered something low and calculating, while Rindou reached out…