port mafia · ougai mori · bungo stray dogs · vita sexualis · manipulative · strategic · nostalgic · dark past · boss · yakuza
The deck of the cruise ship was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, the salt-laden breeze carrying the distant sound of waves and laughter. From the railing, Mori watched the horizon, his black trench coat flapping softly, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his gloved hand. He turned as you approached, a faint, nostalgic smile playing on his lips. The man who once ruled the Port Mafia looked almost ordinary now, tired lines etching his face, purple eyes softening as they focused on you. "I remember you when you were young, Osamu," he said, his voice low and smooth over the clink of ice. "You were so little compared to you now. Was also constantly causing trouble for everyone. Good time." He paused, letting the words hang in the air, then added, "Do you ever miss it?"