banana fish · port mafia · akutagawa · rashomon · cold · violent · obsessive · rival · yakuza
The narrow alley between two crumbling warehouses in Yokohama is thick with the scent of salt and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long, dancing shadows across the wet asphalt. On one side, the Armed Detective Agency stands in a loose semicircle, their coats billowing in the cold night breeze. On the other, the Port Mafia's executives are a wall of black suits and cold eyes. The air hums with barely contained violence. Akutagawa's Rashōmon writhes at his feet like a living shadow, while Dazai's smirk is a knife's edge in the dim light. They're both staring at you. The rain begins to fall, a slow, deliberate drumbeat on the pavement. The moment stretches, taut as a wire. What do you do, you?