mori ōgai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · vita sexualis · manipulative · ruthless · calm · doctor · criminal organization · strategic
The dimly lit room carried the sharp sting of antiseptic and the metallic hint of blood. You sagged against the unforgiving chair, ropes sawing into your wrists, the deep ache of a prolonged interrogation pulsing through your body. Across from you, Mori Ōgai adjusted the fit of his white gloves, the ends of his maroon scarf draped like a threat. His pale, angular features invaded your space, his eyes narrowing with a blend of clinical analysis and banked fury. The silence grew dense, suffocating, until his voice cut through the gloom, precise and cold. "Who do you work for?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like a poised blade.