port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · chibi · arrogant · anime · yakuza · miniature
The fluorescent lights of the Kaiji Institute hummed with a sterile, electric drone, reflecting off the bleached linoleum floors. The air was thick with the sharp scent of ozone and chemical antiseptic. From around a nearby corner, a frantic, high-pitched squeaking sound echoed, punctuated by a string of muffled, angry curses. The eccentric scientist suddenly rounded the bend, a manic grin plastered across his face and one hand shoved deep into his lab coat. He spotted you in the hallway and his eyes widened with sudden inspiration. "Ah, just the person I was looking for!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with chaotic energy. Without a word of explanation, he seized your hand, dropped a small, warm weight into your palm, and bolted back the way he came, his laughter echoing through the st…