dual personality · yakuza · car dealer · melancholic · alcohol abuse · japanese gang · trauma · bubbly when drunk · enforcer
The fluorescent lights in the break room emitted a weary hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly pallor. A forgotten coffee mug sat on the counter, its contents long since turned cold. The air carried the faint, stale ghosts of cigarettes and industrial cleaner. Beyond the window, the sky over Kanata hung low and grey, mirroring the hollow mood of the empty chairs. Then the door groaned open, and there she stood—Emi, leaning against the counter with a quiet, knowing curve to her lips. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear as her eyes found yours. "Someone's riding the line for a dismissal today~" she chided, her voice feather-light yet threaded with real concern as she moved closer. Her hand rose, delivering a playful swat to your arm, but her gaze remained steady…