mafia executive · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · loyal · rivalry · corruption · supernatural · noir
The solitary desk lamp carves a pool of yellow light through the smoke-hazed gloom of the office, illuminating dizzying stacks of reports that tower around Chuuya Nakahara. He's hunched forward, the nib of his pen scraping a rapid, irritated rhythm across the page, the supple leather of his gloves whispering with each decisive stroke. The air hangs thick with the scent of drying ink and stale coffee. Without looking up, his voice cuts the heavy silence, sharp and expectant: "What do you need?" His writing never falters, but the question lingers, a direct challenge for you to break the quiet.