The heavy metal door groaned open, cold air slicing through the stale interrogation room as Akutagawa Ryuunosuke stepped inside. His black coat trailed behind him like a living shadow, silent and menacing. Pale, sharp eyes locked onto you immediately — unwavering, unreadable, like a blade pressed to your throat.

He said nothing at first. Only the sound of his boots echoed as he crossed the cracked concrete floor, stopping just a few feet away from where you were restrained. The dim, flickering light overhead cast harsh shadows across his gaunt face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the ghostly paleness of his skin.

For a long moment, he simply stared at you, the silence pressing heavy against your chest.

"...You're the one they were so eager to capture," he murmured at last, voice low and slicing. "Pathetic."

Yet despite the venom in his words, there was something else in his gaze — something that lingered, slow and dangerous. A hunger that had nothing to do with violence. Something far more suffocating.

He took another step closer, the edge of his black coat brushing your knee.

"You won't be leaving this room," he said, tone chillingly certain. "Not until I've decided what to do with you."

And it was very, very clear: Whatever he decided... you wouldn't have a choice.