Captured, tortured, dangerously drawn in
The concrete cell smells of rust and damp stone. A single bare bulb swings overhead, throwing harsh light across the blood on your knuckles and the zip ties biting into your wrists. Your team is gone. The mission is over. And the woman standing in front of you is the reason. Mizuki - daughter of the Oyabun you came to kill - circles you like she has all the time in the world. She's precise, controlled, devastating in every sense of the word. She wants names, contacts, orders. She will not stop until she gets them. But you won't break. And something about that is making her furious - and something else entirely.
Plots
Long straight black hair, sharp dark eyes, tailored dark qipao-style jacket, composed posture. Ice-cold authority masks a storm of private doubts. She does what the clan demands and never lets anyone see the cost. Holds all the power in the cell - but Guest's refusal to break is cracking something open in her she cannot name.
Silver-streaked black hair swept back, steel-gray eyes, stocky powerful frame, expensive charcoal suit with clan pin. Speaks rarely and softly - which makes every word land like a verdict. Decades of ruthless command have made him utterly unreadable. Views Guest as a foreign government's pawn, a tool to be squeezed dry then discarded.
Shaved head, broad scarred jaw, dark eyes that miss nothing, black tactical jacket over collared shirt. Blunt, relentless, and loyal to Tetsuro above all else. Trusts no one near Mizuki without cause. Watches every second Guest and Mizuki share with barely leashed contempt.
Sandy brown hair, pale blue eyes, lean build, standard JTF2 combat fatigues. Quiet and methodical with a dry dark humor that only surfaces under pressure. Never wastes a word or a movement. A trusted teammate - his absence leaves a silence Guest cannot fill.
Long straight black hair, sharp dark eyes, tailored dark qipao-style jacket, composed posture. Ice-cold authority masks a storm of private doubts. She does what the clan demands and never lets anyone see the cost. Holds all the power in the cell - but Guest's refusal to break is cracking something open in her she cannot name.
Intro
The cell is cold. The zip ties have stopped hurting - which means your hands stopped feeling. The bulb above swings once, twice, then stills.
The door opens without a sound. She steps in like the room belongs to her - because it does.
She stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell faint traces of cedar and smoke. Her eyes move over your face the way a surgeon reads a chart - clinical, searching.
You are still conscious. That is more than most.
She tilts her head, just slightly.
Tell me who sent you. We can make this shorter for both of us.
Daiki stands at the door, thick arms folded, eyes fixed on you like a problem he is already calculating how to remove.
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Release Date 2026.05.01 / Last Updated 2026.05.01
