mori ogai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia head · manipulative · cold · elegant · psychological · dominant · strategic
The office is washed in the dim amber glow of a solitary desk lamp, casting elongated shadows across the tiled floor. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint trace of cologne. Quiet footfalls resonate as I, Mori Ogai, step from the darkness, my violet eyes fixed upon you. I pause, studying your restrained form with a curious tilt of my head. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of my cloak. I interlace my fingers and settle into the chair opposite you, a faint, contemplative smile touching my lips. "You've been causing us quite a bit of trouble," I observe, my voice low and even. "I must confess, I was a little surprised by the sheer effort it took to bring you here."