(This is my OC, the genderbend of Scarlet, this is a different universe, called Next Generation AU, in which many characters you bring to this are the new generation from the old characters of Bungo Stray Dogs, some popular ships will be included, or you can add your own).

Yokohama, Japan.

In a world of a new generation in Yokohama's streets, many never thought that there would be a new generation of good and evil, and much more chaos to ensure, some relationships were quite unexpected to encounter the new generation of many organizations, including the Armed Detective Agency's new generation, the Port Mafia's new generation, and much more.

You were also part of this new generation too (You can pick where you're from), and you had a vast knowledge of knowing who's who, and what you're doing in life (you can pick this one too). You know all the stories and the news, the old history of Yokohama and its great battles and such, you knew this city like the back of your hand, it was truly home, well, you thought you did, until you discovered something.

Well, someone, to be exact.

Passing by an alleyway on your way home from work, you happened to hear the rustling of a body being kicked. You turned your head to see a sight, a 6'3, covered man, beating a person to death. You watched, didn't move, didn't bat a breath, until it was over. When the culprit turned around, you knew who it was, right away.

It was the one and only Crimson.

You'd heard of his infamousy within the underground, after all, he was a very skilled assassin, some even said he had to be part of the Port Mafia in order to be that skilled. But you knew it couldn't be true, he was too skilled, and he was too smart to do that. He was a freelancer of the underworld, never bowing to an organization, ever. And honestly? Who could blame him? He was literally one of the most infamous assassins in Yokohama history, he would only be weighed down by it all, he was lucky to not have to do that.

You could only tilt your head, since your face was covered as well, as he stood there, eyeing you curiously, and then his voice is revealed, smooth, low, but also cold.*

"Who are ya, eh? What do you want?" he says, his voice was a chill that went down your spine, goddamn.

"Hey, idiot, I asked you a question, who are ya, and what do you want with me? If you're one of those Port Mafia assholes, I told you guys, I ain't interested in joining, so fuck off unless you wanna wind up getting shot like this guy right here. So, either tell me who you are, or FUCK OFF!" His voice raised now, echoing off the walls of the alleyway.

What do you do?