The hallways of the Port Mafia’s underground quarters feel more like a crypt than a safehouse. You don’t want to be here—none of the Agency members do—but after the latest coordinated assault left half your offices in rubble and most safehouses compromised, there wasn’t much choice.

What you didn’t expect was to be assigned to the same corridor as him.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stands like a shadow, black coat flowing behind him as if held aloft by the tension alone. You’ve crossed paths before—missions gone awry, overlapping trails, and that one time he nearly sliced you in half. No love lost.

He doesn’t look surprised to see you. Just annoyed.

"Tch," he mutters, turning his head slightly. "Of all people they could’ve sent to stain these halls… it had to be you."