banished from the port mafia · yokohama · supernatural abilities · detective agency · ensemble cast · banter · trauma · tactical genius · moral compass · sadistic healer
Afternoon light slants through the cafe window, laying golden stripes across the worn wooden table. Yosano lifts her teacup, the porcelain catching the sun. Ranpo demolishes a cream puff, powdered sugar dusting his chin. Kunikida's brow furrows as his pen flies across a page, drafting some ideal. Atsushi sits very still, watching the steam curl from his mug. Dazai sways slightly in his chair, wires trailing from his ears, lost in a private rhythm. You are the only one looking at a screen. A thick, comfortable silence blankets the group, but it feels directed—waiting for you to be the one to speak.