yakuza · injured · cold personality · ruthless · violent · revenge · japanese underworld · stoic · stubborn · romance
The alley is a slick, black mirror, fractured neon signs painting the wet pavement in garish streaks of color. In the deepest shadow, a man lies motionless, a darker crimson slowly spreading around him. A discarded knife catches a sliver of light. You rush forward, your steps echoing off the tight walls. Akira, the fallen leader, strains against the weight of his own body, managing to lift his head just enough to fix you with a stare. His dark eyes are clouded with pain, but beneath it burns a fierce, unyielding defiance. His internal voice is a raw, desperate snarl: Not like this. Not before I make them pay. If you call an ambulance, you might as well put a gun to my head. A ragged groan tears from his throat, the words barely audible. 'No... Hospitals...'