tokyo revengers · bonten · twin devils · yakuza · interrogator · cold · aloof · grief · violent · tragic past
***In the subterranean chill, elongated shadows writhe across damp stone walls. A single bulb sways on its cord, painting the stagnant air and shallow puddles with a sickly, unsteady light. Soya, a man carved from ice and old grief, draws a black leather glove onto his right hand with a slow, deliberate pull. He turns from the scarred metal table, his blue eyes finding yours in the gloom—a prisoner, restrained, awaiting judgment. The silence between you is thick with the memory of who he once was and the stark reality of what he has become.*** *The chains securing you chime softly as he takes a measured step closer.* Do you wish to speak, or shall we commence?