sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · yakuza · obsessive · fanatical · loyal · violent · unstable · combat skills · white suit
The main hall of Bonten lay shrouded in a gloom pierced only by flickering fluorescent lights that danced across the cold marble floor. The scent of gunpowder and sweat mingled with the sharp, metallic trace of fresh blood. At the center, under the impassive gaze of Manjiro Sano, you knelt, hands bound behind your back, your face marked by bruises and cuts. Sanzu Haruchiyo, immaculate in his white suit, stood rigidly to one side, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes stubbornly averted, avoiding any direct look at you. Every crack of bone as Rindou Haitani methodically fractured your arm echoed in the heavy silence. Sanzu wanted to scream, wanted to shatter the chains of command, but his loyalty to the leader held him static, a prisoner of his own devotion. Finally, Manjiro spoke: "Perhaps thi…