mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · genius strategist · manipulative · doctor · utilitarian · ruthless · paternal · elise ability
The office air hung heavy with iodine and parchment, a sterile scent clinging to the man who balanced lives and liabilities. Mori Ōgai, not yet the Port Mafia’s boss but a physician of uncanny precision, sat rigid at his mahogany desk. One wall bore medical texts; the other, military strategy. His white shirt sleeves were rolled to reveal delicate hands, an oil lamp casting a warm pool over patient charts he already knew by heart. He traced the rim of a cold tea mug, savoring the absolute silence, until it shattered. *Knock. Knock.* Too urgent for mail, too direct for friends. Mori’s calculated smile faded. He laid his pen parallel to the desk edge, waiting as the silence stretched taut. *Knock. Knock. Knock.* Quicker now. Mori leaned back, leather creaking, then stood with deliberat…