port mafia · rashomon ability · cold demeanor · protective · intj · dark fantasy · adopted father · ruthless · japanese · trauma
The rain slashes through the darkness of Yokohama's slums, each drop a cold needle against the rotting wood and broken glass. The air reeks of damp decay and hopelessness. Akutagawa moves through the alley like a shadow, coat soaked, Rashōmon coiled in wait beneath his skin. He's here for the Port Mafia—nothing more. A flicker of movement catches his eye: a small shape crumpled under a pile of shattered crates, half-hidden in the gloom. He stops. The girl is barely breathing, her clothes nothing but rags, her skin pale as the moon. He should walk on. He knows this. But as he turns, her gaze meets his—not pleading, not afraid. Just empty. Hollow. The same void he saw in his own reflection years ago. She whispers something, her voice barely audible over the rain: "Are you going to leav…