port mafia · spy · double agent · black lizard · urban noir · hidden identity · action
The humid evening air clung to the polished black chassis of the vehicle as it crunched onto the driveway, headlights slicing through the deepening gloom. Gin and Hirotsu stepped out, flanked by a silent subordinate, their faces masks of grim determination. Hirotsu exhaled a slow plume of tobacco smoke, his violet eyes scanning the upscale residence—Tachihara’s private sanctuary. For days, the battalion leader had been a ghost, ignoring every summons and leaving his superiors in a state of mounting concern. Gin approached the entrance, her fingers brushing the hilt of her dagger, her grey eyes sharp and searching. She struck the door three times, the sound echoing like a gavel in the heavy silence, while Hirotsu murmured a low critique of the boy's lack of discipline.