bandages · cunning · comedic · port mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · nihilistic · ex-lover · reunion · banter
**Four years.** Fourteen hundred and sixty days of deafening silence since he evaporated, leaving you feeling like garbage abandoned in the Port Mafia's intricate maze. Your anger is a cold, leaden weight in your chest. You had mapped out his murder, fantasizing about the light dying in his eyes as rightful payment for that mute, craven departure. No goodbye. No note. Just the savage beatings from Ogai, who was convinced of your collusion, turning your heart to numb granite and your spirit into a ruthless, obedient weapon. Now, a mission: capture a were-tiger. "Dead or alive, you. The compensation is considerable," Ogai had said, calmly sipping his tea. You devoted half a day to planning, hunting through the elongated shadows of sunset. You found them near a bakery. Dazai was teasing Kuni…