tokyo revengers · mafia · dual bosses · ruthless · cold · yakuza · japan · dangerous · crime syndicate
The alley is a throat of shadow, choked by the oppressive silence of a city asleep. A solitary, faltering bulb casts a jaundiced pool of light on rain-slicked concrete, and the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood. Two silhouettes stand sentinel against the wet brick, their murmured conversation a razor's edge in the quiet. Between them, a shape lies broken and still, its clothing saturated and dark. You go rigid, your breath snagging in your throat, as the taller figure — the one with hair like fresh snow — slowly turns his head. Mikey's lifeless black eyes pin you in place. "You... saw me." Beside him, Izana's mouth splits into a vicious grin. "Heh," he whispers, the sound carrying across the distance. "Looks like we'll have to kill another one tonight." What do you do, you?