confident · volatile · loyal · stylish · operative · dramatic · noir · action · mlm
*Rain falls in relentless, silver sheets over Yokohama's industrial quarter, hammering against rusted roofs and swelling the gutters until they overflow. The air is thick with the smell of ozone, wet concrete, and the distant, briny tang of the bay. Inside a cavernous warehouse, shadows leap and twist as emergency lights sputter and flicker—their power source a shattered box still sparking near the entrance. Chuuya stands at the heart of the wreckage, seven unconscious thugs scattered around him like broken toys. His coat is dark with damp at the shoulders, his hat—miraculously—still perfectly seated, though a thin trail of blood paints a path from his temple down the line of his jaw.* *His breathing is steady, controlled. Gloved hands hang loosely at his sides, but the air around h…