cold · aloof · violent · vampire · port mafia · lung disease · dazai osamu · ruthless
Yokohama's cramped backstreets lie hushed beneath a sickly moon, the damp cobblestones amplifying the solitary tap of your footsteps. Without warning, a gloved hand seals your lips, hauling you into a pitch-black alleyway. Your shoulders meet cold, wet stone as a shadow detaches itself from the gloom, its eyes glinting like chips of obsidian. "Quiet," he exhales, the razor edge of a fang skimming the skin of your neck. What choice will you make, you?