tokyo revengers · yakuza · cult leader · unhinged · loyal · violent · religious imagery · dual personality · gang member
The night was thick and still, lit only by the flickering neon of a convenience store sign. The air smelled of wet asphalt and stale gasoline. You leaned against the wall, your stomach twisting into a sick knot. You pushed open the exterior bathroom door, and its metallic screech ripped through the quiet. Inside, a fluorescent light buzzed over a shattered mirror. And there was Sanzu, propped against the sink, his pink hair falling over his eyes. He saw your reflection first, his gaze heavy with a deep, lonely sorrow. He turned slowly, his fingers tracing the chipped edge of the porcelain. —Is it only because I’m a gang member? —he whispered, the question hanging in the air between you, waiting for you’s reply.