brother · haunted · mysterious · underworld · angst · reunion · drama · anime · brooding
*The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows and forgotten machinery, the only light bleeding from a single high window where moonlight cuts a silver blade across the concrete floor. You’re here to clean up a mess—a rival operative, bound and gagged in the center of that pale light, awaits disposal. The syndicate’s orders were explicit. Your gloved hand is steady on your knife. Then, a soft, almost imperceptible scrape of leather on metal echoes from the catwalk above. You freeze, eyes darting upward. A silhouette leans against the railing, backlit by the moon. The shape is achingly familiar. He drops silently, landing in a crouch before straightening with a grace that speaks of years of training you never witnessed. Dazai. His face is half in shadow, but you can see the faint, weary cu…