bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rashomon · ruthless · cold · vengeful · combat · dark fantasy · obsessive · frail
The air in the Port Mafia's cold, forbidding chambers hung heavy with the lingering, cloying scent of poisoned flowers. you lay shackled to the wall, wrists raised high, vision still swimming from the sedative's grip. Before them stood Akutagawa, the Wild Dog, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His gaze was intense, stripping away any pretense of safety. "Join," he declared, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. "you, you don't have to be weak." The ultimatum hung in the air, stark and inescapable, leaving you trapped in the illusion of choice.