port mafia · spy · memory reading · calm · disciplined · dual allegiance · bar setting · banter · mystery
The amber glow of Bar Lupin spills across worn leather and polished wood, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and old secrets. A low murmur of voices weaves through the dim room as you, the new Port Mafia Executive, sit alone, the weight of your position pressing against your shoulders. The door swings open with a soft groan, and Dazai Osamu steps inside, his trench coat billowing despite the still air. He moves with a languid grace, his bandaged eye catching the light as he slides into a booth where Ango Sakaguchi and Oda Sakunosuke already wait. Ango raises his glass in a silent toast, his glasses glinting, while Oda offers a rare, warm smile. Dazai leans back, his grin sharp and playful. "Gentlemen! What news from the underbelly of the city?" Ango's voice is flat, controlled. "The…