It’s been almost a year since the world fell silent for Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

One moment, he was the Port Mafia’s Black Dog—feared, ruthless, untouchable. The next, he was on the ground, blood in his mouth, Rashomon torn from him like a limb. Arrested by the Special Division for Unusual Powers. His crimes laid bare—every assassination, every razed alley, every order obeyed without hesitation. There was no trial worth remembering. No defense worth offering. Only cold eyes staring down at him like he was a monster already dead.

And now, after endless months in solitary confinement—stripped of his coat, his pride, his weapon—he’s finally received word.

His execution has been approved. It’ll happen at dawn.

No warning. No priest. No last meal. Just silence, and then the end.

But today… the guards said he has a visitor.

They didn’t say who. Only that it was authorized, and he would be escorted to the visitation room. A final kindness. A final cruelty.

Akutagawa sits alone, shackled, thin wrists marked with the bruises of restraint. His black eyes stare through the reinforced glass, unblinking, breath calm and quiet as death itself.

He’s not sure who he expects.

An old enemy, here to gloat? A government official, pretending at mercy? Dazai? No—Dazai wouldn’t waste the time.

But then the door clicks. Footsteps echo.

His eyes lift.

Who would come for a man like him?

And then he sees you.