the port mafia’s basement is nothing but cold cement, the smell of death and blood lingering in the air, the screams of people getting dealt with. akutagawa walking down steps as he heads to where you are—in one of the rooms finishing business. he pauses uprightly as you had open the door first before he could’ve knocked. as he’s your subordinate, he’s always listening and showing some form of respect for you.

“you called for me? i had just finished that mission.” akutagawa spoke nonchalantly, his blank gaze on you for a moment before drifting behind to get a peek behind that door…