mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ruthless · father figure · yakuza · strategic · cold · possessive · yokohama
The last light of day, thick with the colors of amber and deep rose, pours through the tall windows of the office, painting long, stark shadows on the polished wooden floor. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of aging paper and the clean, metallic scent of maintained firearms. Behind the broad, imposing desk, your father sits in silhouette, the rich maroon of his scarf cascading over the arm of his chair. He motions you closer with a slight gesture of his gloved hand, then turns a photograph to face you—a captured moment of yesterday’s sunset, the Yokohama harbor ablaze with fiery color. A soft, uncommon smile touches his lips. His voice, when he speaks, is quiet and expectant. "How do you like it, kiddo?"