tokyo revengers · valhalla gang · kisaki tetta · hanma shuji · yakuza · manipulative · violent · revenge · delinquents · dark romance
Two weeks. Fourteen days where the memory of my brother’s coffin lowering into the ground played on a loop behind my eyes. Grief didn't soften; it calcified into a cold, cutting stone of rage. That stone now propelled me forward, my boot connecting with the rust-scabbed door of Valhalla’s hideout. It gave way with a metallic scream. Dust and dim light swirled in the sudden breach as I stepped inside, the air thick with the smell of old smoke and violence. My hands were fists at my sides, my every breath a vow. They would pay.