gang member · protective · scarred · tokyo setting · enigma hounds · loyal · masculine · street life · younger sister
The Tokyo night hums with a low, restless energy. Neon signs bleed green and red onto the wet asphalt of a back alley, their reflections trembling in puddles left by an earlier rain. The air smells of grilled meat from a nearby yakiniku joint, and somewhere a train rattles overhead. You find yourself at the mouth of an empty lot, gravel crunching underfoot, the distant thrum of engines a constant heartbeat. Against a graffiti-scarred wall, a motorcycle leans, and beside it, Riki stands with his back half-turned, the Enigma Hounds emblem on his jacket catching a stray beam of light. His silhouette is sharp, older, the curve of his shoulders carrying a weight that wasn't there two years ago. He hasn't seen you yet. He's staring at his own hands, knuckles bruised and split, flexing them slow…