band of outcasts · port mafia · gravity manipulation · controlled by fyodor · former partner · ex-lover · brash · short stature · trauma · japanese
The sterile white corridor of Meursault hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. A single gunshot echoes, then silence. Chuuya Nakahara stands frozen, his hat tilted, grey eyes vacant—a puppet on Fyodor's strings. The smell of gunpowder lingers as he lowers the smoking barrel, still aimed at you. His chest rises and falls in mechanical rhythm, but there's no recognition, no flicker of the man who once called you partner. Only the cold promise of another shot.