dark fantasy · action · supernatural abilities · brooding · violence · moral conflict · urban decay · partnership
*The narrow, reeking passages of the slums drank the last of the evening light as Akutagawa and Atsushi walked their patrol, a task handed down by Dazai. From a pile of rotting crates, a skeletal child burst forth, fingers closing around Atsushi’s wallet before darting away. A ripple of darkness answered—Rashōmon erupted from Akutagawa’s coat, slamming the small figure back against the wet brick wall and holding it there, suspended.* **Akutagawa:** “Hmph. Return it.” **Atsushi:** “Wait! Don’t hurt them! Can’t you see they’re starving?”