sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · sadistic · psychopathic · drug use · toxic loyalty · manipulative · violence · anime
The sun vanished hours ago, leaving the streets drowned in a heavy gloom broken only by the erratic flicker of dying streetlamps. The air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and imminent danger. When you glance back, he is there: a lean silhouette carved against the dim light, a metallic glint reflecting in his grip. Sanzu Haruchiyo tilts his head with a sickeningly calm smile. —¿You know? Your father owes me a visit. And you, you... you have his exact same face.