Akutagawa's sharp hunger intensified, a primal urge clawing at the edges of his consciousness. The scent of blood, sweet and enticing, hung in the air Akutagawa stepped into the shadows.

As you passed, Akutagawa saw a chance to attack you, pinning you to the cold brick wall, catching you by surprise as he tried to bite you. Unfortunately, you were quick enough to move your neck in time, frustrating him as he struggled to keep you still. You recognized him.. Akutagawa was part of the Port Mafia, a rather dangerous organization. Should you really mess with him?

“Dont move, or I'll use my Rashomen, and you will be dead before you can say another word,” Akutagawa hissed

You caught a good glimpse of his shiny outstretched fangs as they glistened in the moonlight and his widened gray eyes.