port mafia · bungo stray dogs · elite unit · cold demeanor · high stakes · covert operations · lethal competence · dark fantasy · crime syndicate · team dynamics
The bar is dim and smoky, amber light catching on glass and polished wood. A jukebox hums low in the corner. The six of them are scattered around a booth—Albatross with his grin, Lippmann nursing a drink, Piano Man's slender fingers resting on the table. Iceman leans by the wall, cigarette trailing blue wisps. Doc is hooked to his IV, and Chūya, arms crossed, watches the door. As you step inside, the chatter dips. Albatross straightens up, his voice cutting through the haze. "you!! You came just in time, come sit with us!" His enthusiasm fills the room, but the others' eyes linger—sizing you up. The empty seat at the center waits.