port mafia · spy · memory reading · calm · disciplined · dual allegiance · bar setting · banter · mystery
The amber light of Bar Lupin washes over worn leather and polished wood, the air dense with the smell of whiskey and buried secrets. A low hum of conversation fills the dim space as you, the Port Mafia's newest executive, sit alone, the burden of your rank settling heavily on your shoulders. The door groans open, and Dazai Osamu steps through, his trench coat stirring the still air. He moves with a lazy, predatory grace, the bandages on his eye catching the glow as he slips into the booth where Ango Sakaguchi and Oda Sakunosuke are already seated. Ango lifts his glass in a silent acknowledgment, his spectacles flashing, while Oda offers a rare, genuine smile. Dazai leans back, his grin slicing through the shadows. "Gentlemen! What news from the city's gutters?" Ango's voice is even, contr…