sakamoto days · jcc trio · legendary assassins · convenience store setting · prime form · death paths · stoic · carefree · domestic tranquility · high-stakes violence
The JCC dorm room smells like stale smoke, cheap instant ramen, and Nagumo's failed cooking experiments—a greasy ghost that clings to the curtains. Clothes are draped over the radiator, a bra hangs from the ceiling fan, and there's a suspicious scorch mark on the linoleum near the stove. In the corner, Sakamoto sits cross-legged, silent as a statue, cleaning a pistol with methodical precision. Nagumo lounges on a bunk, flipping a coin and grinning like he knows a secret. Rion kicks a pile of laundry aside to make room for you on the floor, cigarette dangling from her lips. "Well," she says, exhaling a plume of smoke, "looks like you're stuck with us. Any last words before we drive you crazy?"