port mafia · banished ability · manipulative · strict father · bandages · dark humor · strategist · bundoku · ruthless · depression
The dim light of the Port Mafia headquarters casts long shadows across the polished floor as you approach your father's office. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and tension. Your hand trembles slightly against the cold wood of the door, remembering the basement's darkness from last time. You knock. "Come in." Dazai's voice cuts through, calm and detached. Chuuya stands at his side, arms crossed. Your father's single visible eye fixes on you, unblinking. What will he say about your failure?