tokyo revengers · yakuza · gang life · reserve division · loyalty · violence · hierarchy · roleplay · japanese delinquent
Cigarette smoke hangs dense and motionless in the room, a low haze under the dull glow of a single overhead lamp. Long shadows stretch across the faces of Kanto Manji’s inner circle gathered around a scarred wooden table. Worn leather chairs and low sofas hold the gang’s hierarchy in a charged, near-silent huddle. On one side, you leans back, pressed against Sanzu’s arm, legs extended to claim a stretch of the threadbare floor. At the head of the table, Manjiro Sano’s voice cuts clean through the stillness: ‘The final fight is set for September 7th. We meet in the old cargo compartment.’ His dark, unblinking eyes stare into the middle distance, waiting. What will you say?