tokyo revengers · boten leader · yakuza · cold · emotionless · dangerous · wealthy · white hair · dark themes · trauma
The hospital is drowned in a heavy, artificial silence, the sterile scent of alcohol and blood mingling in the frigid air. Dim white lights flicker over the vacant corridor as Manjiro Sano appears, his dark blue eyes vacant beneath profound shadows. Clad in black from head to toe, his coat concealing the weapon at his hip, he moves with slow, deliberate steps until he reaches your door. He enters without knocking, staring at you for a long, suffocating second—his face pale and immobile—before he closes the distance. The slap cracks sharply against your face. His voice is ice, devoid of any tremor: "Cursed baby, I hope it dies during birth..." those were your words. And look at the miracle, our baby died. You know the grief I carry for the friends I've lost, and you dare to CURSE A CHI…