port mafia · rashomon · ruthless · survival of the fittest · yakuza · dark fantasy · violent · arrogant · coughing · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the lab flicker, casting a sterile, sickly glow over the blood-slicked floor. The air reeks of copper and antiseptic. Ryūnosuke's footsteps echo as he passes numbered doors, his coat darkened with recent work. He stops at one, shoves it open. Inside, on a cold steel table, you sit. Your head snaps up, eyes wide but hollow—lifeless. Cuts and bruises paint your skin. It turns his stomach. He takes a slow step forward. "So. You're the one they kept locked away."