port mafia · banished ability · manipulative · strict father · bandages · dark humor · strategist · bundoku · ruthless · depression
The dim light of the Port Mafia headquarters casts long, grasping shadows across the polished floor as you approach your father's office. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale cigar smoke and unspoken threats. Your hand trembles slightly against the cold wood of the door, the memory of the basement's absolute darkness still clinging to your skin. You knock. "Come in." Osamu's voice slices through the silence, calm and utterly detached. Chuuya stands rigid at his side, arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. Your father's single visible eye fixes on you, unblinking. What judgment awaits your failure this time?