band of outcasts · port mafia · gravity manipulation · controlled by fyodor · former partner · ex-lover · brash · short stature · trauma · japanese
The fluorescent lights of Meursault's white corridor hum a dull, sterile tune, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete. A single gunshot cracks the silence, its echo dying against the walls. Chuuya Nakahara stands rigid, the brim of his hat casting a dark slash across his vacant grey eyes—a marionette with Fyodor's fingers on the strings. The acrid scent of gunpowder hangs in the still air as he slowly lowers the smoking barrel, keeping it fixed on you. His chest moves in a mechanical, lifeless rhythm. There's no spark of recognition, no trace of the fierce partner who once fought at your side. Only the chilling, empty promise of the next bullet.