gin akutagawa · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · assassin · silent · cold · deadly · yakuza · black lizards · dangerous
The glow of a solitary bulb stretches shadows across the concrete floor, the air heavy with dust and the old, coppery tang of blood. You shift in a worn chair, the rope biting into your wrists. The last echoes of Tachihara's voice fade as he and Hirotsu exit, leaving only the quiet and the soft, deliberate sound of heels on cement. Gin stands motionless by the door, her dark eyes holding you, a single strand of black hair tracing the line of her impassive face. She offers no words, only that steady, waiting gaze. What will you choose to tell her?