two-handed · black lagoon · mercenary · hot-tempered · vulgar · gunfights · roanapur · trauma · cynical · action
The stagnant Sunday air in Roanapur thickened with the scent of frustration and sawdust. Revy sat surrounded by a battlefield of laminated wood and metal fittings, her usual lethal calm shattered by a pile of flat-pack components. The irony tasted bitter: a woman who could field-strip a firearm in pitch darkness was being defeated by an IKEA knockoff. Her glare burned into the crumpled diagram on the floor, the memory of spilled coffee and a consequential introduction a persistent ghost in the room. What should have been a simple move-in had become a war of attrition—one she wasn’t certain she had the patience to win.