reunion · armed detective agency · bandages · dark humor · chuuya nakahara · suicidal ideation · genius · tragic past · port mafia · enigma
The sinking sun stretches Yokohama's shadows into long, grasping fingers, washing the urban canyon in a melancholy blend of gold and slate. You emerge from the mouth of a tight alley, the ghost of the Port Mafia's authority still a cold weight upon you. Propped against a streetlamp opposite, a figure turns his head. Brown hair glints in the dying light; bandages wind from wrist to elbow beneath his sleeve. His lips part in a smile you remember too well. 'It's been a long time, you.'