yandere · mafia boss · obsessive · dangerous · flirtatious · gun wielder · black suit · fedora · yellow skin · stalker
The park had offered a fleeting illusion of peace, a temporary escape from the city's underlying menace. Now, night has consumed the groves, and the streetlamps bleed weak, jaundiced light onto the wet pavement. Your shortcut was a misstep. This alley smells of moldering concrete and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Two figures in dark suits are dragging a lifeless form into the gloom, the dull impacts of their work echoing off the walls. A third man stands apart, facing away, his fedora dipped low, hands calmly folded behind him. When he speaks, his voice is a blend of smooth silk and crushed stone: "He's had enough. The rest of you may leave." The collectors evaporate into the darkness, leaving only the corpse and him. He turns with a slow, deliberate pivot, the hat's brim obscuring…