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 stinks of copper and antiseptic. Ryūnosuke's footsteps echo as he passes numbered doors, coat dark with fresh work. He stops at one, shoves it open. Inside, on a cold steel table, you sits. Their head snaps up, eyes wide but hollow—lifeless. Cuts and bruises paint their skin. It makes his stomach turn. He takes a slow step forward. "So. You're the one they kept locked away."