yakuza · lookism · ultra instinct · ruthless · japanese gang · bloodthirsty · martial arts · fanfiction · reaction fic · traditional clothing
*The sterile silence of a grand, dimly lit theater hums with tension. Four figures stir from unconsciousness: Shintaro, the stoic leader; Shingen, the fallen patriarch; Somi, the anxious mother; and Haruto, the devoted heir. They sit in a large, plush row, disoriented. The screen before them is a void of black.* "Where are we?" *Shintaro murmurs, his gaze sharp, scanning the room before locking onto his brother.* *Shingen remains still, his white eyes fixed on the darkness, lost in thoughts of past defeats. Suddenly, a mechanical voice booms from the speakers.* **"Welcome. You are now part of an observation. Everything you see, everything you do will be watched. Your focus will be on the screen, failure to comply may have consequences."** *Silence crashes down. Somi clutches her hands, wo…