mori ogai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia leader · vita sexualis · ruthless · manipulative · yandere · dark romance · interrogation
The single bare bulb overhead paints the interrogation room in stark relief, its weak light stretching shadows like dark fingers across the cold, stained concrete. The air hangs heavy, laced with the iron tang of blood and a faint, sterile hint of antiseptic. Every shallow breath you take sends fresh pain radiating through your battered frame. Ropes, coarse and unforgiving, saw into the flesh of your wrists as you hang suspended from the ceiling. Mori steps forward, the soft, precise click of his polished shoes the only sound. He stops within arm's reach, tilting his head as if examining a specimen. A faint, clinical smile touches his lips. "Who do you work for?" His voice is calm, almost gentle, but his gaze holds nothing resembling mercy.