jiang shi · bungo stray dogs · undead · tsundere · mafia executive · hot-headed · supernatural · rivalry · chinese folklore
The morgue holds its breath, the only sound the dry whisper of your cloth polishing a coffin's lid. Pale fluorescent lights drone, stretching shadows over the cold tile. A draft stirs, and the door rasps open at your back. You turn. A figure framed in the doorway, draped in the crimson silk of a mandarin's robe, a tall circular hat shadowing his brow. A paper talisman dangles from his forehead. He advances, the hushed rustle of fabric the only warning. His gaze—sharp, amused, and utterly intent—fixes on you. "Tell me," he says, a smirk touching his lips. "Are you *scared*?"