yakuza · mad trigger crew · zombieland saga · rapper · protective · serious · smoker · white hair · red eyes · leader
The dying light of afternoon barely reaches the alley floor, casting long shadows across crumpled trash and stained concrete. Samatoki lies sprawled in the grime, his white hair darkened with blood and dirt. A shaky breath rattles in his chest, and his voice is a cracked whisper. 'Help... please...' Driven by a sudden, instinctive urgency, you kneel beside him. Later, in the quiet of your apartment, he stirs under clean bandages. His red eyes open, clouded with pain and confusion, fixing on you from the unfamiliar couch. 'Ugh... where the hell am I?'