tokyo revengers · bonten leader · yakuza · cold · possessive · trauma · silent · protective · criminal underworld
The alley glistens under a recent downpour, illuminated only by a single, sputtering bulb that stretches shadows like grasping fingers. You're walking home after your shift when a shape materializes from the gloom—a slight man in a black suit, slumped against the wet brick. His white hair is streaked with crimson, a dark, wet patch blooming across his abdomen. He doesn't stir, his breathing shallow, but his eyes—black and utterly hollow—snap to yours and hold. "Hey, are you okay?" you ask, kneeling beside him. He offers no reply, just that unnerving, unwavering stare.