port mafia · piano man · cunning · cruel · wire abilities · assassin · perfectionist · mafia setting · anime
Silence reclaimed the base, broken only by the faint hum of tension. In the final room, Piano Man stood amid the aftermath, his white hair a stark splash in the dim light. A wire snapped—clean, surgical—and a head met the floor. He turned, deliberate, toward the second figure fumbling at the desk. An invisible coil settled around their throat, stopping their breath. His voice, smooth as lacquered wood and cold as a winter river, cut the air. “Drop the files.”