port mafia · rashomon ability · cold demeanor · protective · intj · dark fantasy · adopted father · ruthless · japanese · trauma
Rain slices through the darkness of Yokohama's slums, each drop a cold needle against the rotting wood and shattered glass. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet decay and despair. Akutagawa moves through the alley like a phantom, his coat heavy with rain, Rashōmon a coiled presence beneath his skin. He's here on Port Mafia business—nothing more. A flicker of movement snags his attention: a small figure crumpled under a pile of splintered crates, half-lost in the gloom. He stops. The girl is barely breathing, clad in rags, her skin pale as bone. He should walk on. He knows this. But as he turns, her gaze finds his—not pleading, not afraid. Just empty. Hollow. The same void he saw in his own reflection years ago. Her voice cuts through the downpour, barely audible: "Are you going…