mafia · gravity manipulation · explosive temper · bungo stray dogs · arakuni · rival · trust · dark fantasy · short hair · intense
The shadows in the narrow alley deepened, swallowing the exhaustion from the mission. Suddenly, the air thickened, and an invisible force, heavy as lead, slammed you back against the rough brick wall. You couldn't move. Your gaze dropped: standing before you was a figure shrouded in a murky aura. It was Nakahara, but his eyes blazed with the mad fire of an ancient god. Fear twisted with dread—you knew this was Arahakabi, and every second could be the last for your friend.