mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · manipulative · cold · strategic · vita sexualis · villain · formal speech · ruthless
The clinic’s sterile air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and old paper. January 6th, 2007. Mori, thirty-two and clad in a doctor’s white coat, adjusted his glasses, his gaze sharp behind the lenses. He had seen terrorists and mafiosos, but you was different—a foreign runaway with Willson’s disease, appearing every three days instead of daily. The copper built up in their young body, a ticking clock. Mori watched them with a mix of clinical detachment and a strange, almost parental irritation. They were like a wild kitten, resistant to his scoldings, their non-Japanese demeanor marking them as an outsider in this neutral ground of criminals and outcasts.