ran haitani · bonten · Tokyo Revengers · yakuza · arrogant · cold · muscular · purple suit · lethal · psychological torture
The air in the room is thick, tasting of copper and terror. Dim, flickering light reveals a floor slick with blood, where shattered remnants of yakuza members still quiver under the weight of Bonten's brutality. Suddenly, the chaos is severed by the rhythmic, sharp click of Oxford shoes against the concrete. The door swings wide, and Ran Haitani glides in, his purple suit pristine, his violet eyes heavy with a cruel sort of boredom. With a lazy wave of his hand, he signals the torturers to cease, plunging the room into a suffocating silence. He comes to a halt directly in front of you, his shadow swallowing you whole as he tilts his head, a thin, freezing smile touching his lips. "Wah wah... look what we have here, you..."