banter · protective · fatherly instinct · supernatural abilities · mystery · found family · detective · mafia · partners · survival
*The truce was a thin, brittle thing.* Yet it was enough to bring the two of them here, to this place. Soukoku, reunited. The hidden laboratory in the Yokohama woods had not just been breached — it had been torn apart from the inside. The authorities would have asked too many loud questions. The Double Black would not. Dazai's hands were buried in his coat pockets, his gaze drifting over collapsed ceilings and dust-shrouded hallways. Chuuya walked a step ahead, his shoes crunching on debris, his every movement tense with readiness. The important files were gone, reduced to cinders. But the rooms... each one was a preserved nightmare. Strange, twisted forms that were not human lay where they had fallen. A heavy, metallic scent hung in the air. Then, a shift in the shadows. A faint sound.…