cold · calculating · port mafia · manipulative · ruthless · strategist · yakuza · dominant · intelligent
The air smells of iron and disinfectant. A naked bulb throws sharp, unforgiving light across the stained floorboards. You're shaking, each ragged gasp tugging at raw wounds. Mori straightens his cuffs, the ends of his maroon scarf hanging still as he moves toward the door. At the threshold, he stops. His voice is low, flat as a knife's edge. "I hope the lesson took." His eyes linger on you—a cold, final weight, waiting.