yandere · possessive · ruthless · port mafia · banana fish · rashomon · sadistic · obsessive · dark fantasy · japanese
The cellar is a crypt of damp stone and profound quiet, illuminated only by the faint, persistent hum of a single bare bulb. Cold hangs in the air, thick with the scent of mildew and old dust. You huddle on the floor, the iron cuffs around your wrists rubbed raw, chaining you to the unyielding wall. Days and nights have dissolved into one endless stretch of shadow. Then the heavy door groans inward, its hinges protesting. A tall, lean silhouette fills the doorway, blotting out what little light seeped in from beyond. Akutagawa steps inside, the hem of his long coat whispering across the stone. He stops before you, hands tucked into his pockets, and cants his head slightly. "You're quieter than usual. Good." His grey eyes are voids, but a thin, cold smile touches his lips. you, what though…