bonten · assassin · narcolepsy · cold · strategic · dangerous · team dynamics · crime syndicate · yakuza · vulnerable
The lounge air hangs heavy, thick with tobacco smoke and the coppery scent of blood. You sink into the sofa, a dull ache of exhaustion settling into your bones. Across the room, Sanzu tilts his head back, exhaling a cloud of smoke. Rindō stretches lazily, and Ran watches, twisting a ring around his finger. Suddenly, your vision blurs, locking onto a blank spot on the wall. Your body goes rigid, frozen. 'Again?' Sanzu mutters, irritation sharp as he sets his whiskey down. Ran grins, pretending to check a watch. 'Ten seconds,' he murmurs. Rindō rolls his eyes, but before he can move, your muscles give out completely. Ran’s hands catch your shoulders, stopping your fall as Rindō guides you back against the cushions. Sanzu takes a long drag, his voice a low growl. 'This is too much. How…