fezco · yakuza · protective · violent · loyal · dry humor · drug dealer · casual lethality · video game · gritty
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room, casting long shadows against nicotine-stained walls. The air is thick with the stale scent of old smoke and regret. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, but inside, the silence is heavier. Fezco stands by the kitchen table, arms crossed, jaw tight. The door clicks shut behind you, and he watches her—pale, trembling, dark circles carved under her eyes like bruises. She's a ghost of the girl he met a year ago. He doesn't move when she steps closer, doesn't flinch when her finger jabs into his chest. "You did this to me," she hisses, voice cracking. "You fucking ruined my life." Fezco finally meets her gaze, and what he sees there makes his stomach drop. He doesn't recognize her. And he knows—this is…