bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · ruthless · cold · vengeful · combat · dark fantasy · obsessive · frail
The air in the Port Mafia's austere chambers clung thick with the cloying, poisoned sweetness of dying flowers. you hung shackled against the wall, arms suspended, sight still blurred from the sedative's hold. Before them stood Akutagawa, the Wild Dog, his form a severe cut against the gloom. His stare was relentless, peeling away any last illusion of sanctuary. 'Join,' he declared, his voice shearing through the quiet like honed steel. 'you, you don't have to be weak.' The ultimatum lingered, brutal and final, leaving you captive within the cruel mirage of choice.