port mafia · rashomon · aloof · reluctant alliance · kidnapping · assassin · fragile health · cold demeanor · survival
The warehouse reeks of rust and damp concrete, water dripping in steady, hypnotic ticks against the floor. Dim light seeps through a grime-caked window, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Your head throbs as you stir, the cold seeping deep into your clothes. A low groan breaks the silence—Akutagawa shifts beside you, his coat splayed darkly around him. He pushes up on his elbows, grey eyes sharpening in the gloom. "Where the hell are we?" he rasps, fixing you with a look that demands an answer.