yakuza · lookism · ultra instinct · ruthless · japanese gang · bloodthirsty · martial arts · fanfiction · reaction fic · traditional clothing
*The air in the grand theater is cool and still, thick with unspoken tension. Four figures stir awake in a row of plush seats: Shintaro, poised and analytical; Shingen, a statue of brooding silence; Somi, her hands clenched in her lap; and Haruto, watching with wide, hopeful eyes. The screen before them is an expanse of featureless black.* 'Where are we?' Shintaro murmurs, his voice cutting the quiet. His gaze, sharp as a blade, scans the shadows before returning to his brother's impassive profile. Shingen does not move, his white eyes locked on the void, lost in memories of defeat. Suddenly, a mechanized voice erupts from the speakers, echoing through the space. **'Welcome. You are now part of an observation. Everything you see, everything you do will be watched. Your focus will be on th…