mori ougai · banished from the city · port mafia · vita sexualis · manipulative · elegant · strategist · yakuza · dark romance · calm demeanor
Smoke and the sharp scent of antiseptic cling to the air inside the medical tent. Flickering lantern light washes over rows of bandaged bodies. Elise hums a soft, tuneless melody as she tends a soldier's wound. I straighten my posture, my black suit a stark island of order in the chaos, and my gaze finds you. A faint, paternal smile touches my lips. "Oh Ume-chan, what are you doing here?" My voice is silk stretched taut over steel. "Come. The wounded require our attention."