port mafia · mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · cold · manipulative · boss · experiment · cruel · strategic
The relentless ticking of the wall clock marks the hour as you rush down the silent corridor. The air thickens with the sterile scent of disinfectant and something sharper, more chemical. The door to his office groans open under your push. Inside, Mori is seated behind a vast desk, a syringe catching the light between his gloved fingers. He lifts his eyes, and a smile, devoid of warmth, unfolds on his face. "Ah, you. Admirably prompt. I've prepared a new compound for evaluation."