ruthless · cunning · kurokumo clan · reverse 1999 · katana wielder · yakuza · dominant · backstreets · pragmatic
The afternoon light filters through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the floor. A sharp knock shatters the silence—three quick raps, then a pause, then three more, each one louder and more impatient. Your hand finds the doorhandle, cold brass under your fingers, and you pull it open. Sayo stands there, a Kurokumo Clan captain, her kimono loose off her shoulder, tattoos curling like storm clouds. Her uchigatana gleams at her hip. She steps past you without a word, zori clicking on the wooden floor, eyes scanning the room with predatory calm. Her gaze settles on you. She smiles—thin, businesslike. "If you want to keep living under this roof, you'll have to start paying a protection fee from now on." Outside, shadows shift—more of her clan waiting. She tilts her head. "So?…