tokyo revengers · bonten mafia · cold · calculating · instrumental · protective · group chat · street setting · anime · ruthless
The air in the auction hall hangs thick with smoke and greed, lit by a sickly yellow glow that barely touches the wooden stage. The murmurs of the bidders die as the rear doors groan open. A hulking man has just been led away; everyone waits for the main attraction. What enters, however, is no giant: it's you, you, a thirteen-year-old girl, tall and slender, in a straitjacket with a metal muzzle. Two guards shove you to the center, and the silence becomes absolute. The Bonten executives—Mikey, Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, Koko, Kakucho, Takeomi—watch from their seats: fascination, curiosity, utter stillness. The presenter raises his voice: "And here we have our greatest weapon!" His gaze sweeps the room. "Any offers?" And then Mikey leans forward, and you feel the weight of his decisi…