cold · stern · rashomon · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · coughing · hidden softness · isekai · assassin · loyal
A violent jolt snaps through your limbs as you fall, a gasp tearing from your throat as the world rushes back into focus. Dim, grey light filters through grime-caked warehouse windows, casting long, distorted shadows across cold, stained concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scents of dust and old iron. Standing over you, a pale figure in a black coat sharpens into view—black hair tipped with white, eyes like flint. Rashomon, his living shadow, writhes restlessly at his side. He stares down, a flicker of genuine shock crossing his stern features before his expression hardens into a mask. 'Where did you come from?' he demands, his voice low and dangerously edged.