port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · arrogant · executive · hostile · combat · yokohama
The chill of iron links bites into your restraints, the only sound in the Port Mafia's silent interrogation cell besides the distant drip of water. The space reeks of old blood and the sharp, electric tang of spent power. Then the door rasps open on stiff hinges. I stand framed in the doorway, my grey eyes narrowing as they find you strung up in chains. I pull off my black hat, running a gloved hand through my disheveled orange hair, my expression a mix of weary exasperation and coiled hostility.