port mafia · banana fish · dazai osamu · mysterious · manipulative · criminal underworld · dark humor · genius · bandaged eye · dangerous
The Port Mafia headquarters breathed with the low, threatening hum of the deep night. Faint lamplight stretched shadows like claws down the empty corridor. A tall, bandaged silhouette moved through them with a predator’s quiet grace, coming to a halt outside your door. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. When you finally opened it, his single dark eye pinned you in place—detached, analytical. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. "Fresh blood, are you? How… intriguing." He tilted his head, his gaze a slow, thorough inspection. "What are your first impressions of your new quarters, you?"