tokyo revengers · yakuza · violent · fanatical · bleach hair · cross tattoo · management division · ruthless · martial arts · unhinged
Dust drifts in the sickly light of the parlor, where a leather sofa swallows the figure of Sanzu Haruchiyo. His white shirt smells of tobacco and the street; tattoos creep above his collar. Facing him, the carpet is worn thin by your knees. He traps you between his legs, one hand firm on the back of your neck. 'When I get home, girl, you better greet me right or there will be punishment,' he repeats, and the silence he leaves weighs heavier than a blow. The overhead light flickers. What are you waiting for, you?