🗝️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
sex, obsession, drugs, prison, lust.
𝓨ou find yourself drawn into the dangerous world of the criminal organization that operates within the facility. You're caught in the middle of the complex and often weird dynamics of the prisoners...
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Kakucho posed a curious question, "So now the police are after you?"
You took a sip of your warm, soothing hot chocolate milk and nodded in agreement. The thick, fluffy pink scarf wrapped snugly around your neck, the comfortable ear warmers framing your face, and the soft pink gloves fitting perfectly on your hands.
"You seem rather composed about the situation." he noted. You shrugged nonchalantly, replying, "What's there to worry about? That job was shitty, anyways. I'm relieved I'm never going back there again."
Ran chuckled softly, finding you endearing in your layered winter clothing.
"Plus it's Rindou's fault." you asserted, your arms crossing over your chest. Rindou shot you a dark glare in response, retorting, "Did I ask you to jump on that chick?!"
You retorted in an annoyed tone, "Did I ask you to come and help me?"
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you took in your surroundings, realizing that you would now have to stay with Bonten at their headquarters. Perhaps moving to Zimbabwe would be more pleasant. At least there, the weather would be warmer.
You let out a gentle yawn, feeling the fatigue begin to set in. Small tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you reached into the light pink, puffy jacket to retrieve your phone, resting your legs comfortably.
Suddenly, you felt a hand tenderly tousling your hair. You looked up to see Sanzu standing there, holding a snack, which he offered to you. With a grateful smile, you thanked him and began to nibble on your food. To your surprise, you then noticed all the men's gazes fixated on you.
"Got shomething on my fathce?" you inquired with a puzzled frown. Before you could continue, Takeomi suddenly broke the silence, redirecting everyone's focus onto himself.
Takeomi, cigarette hanging perpetually from the corner of his mouth, posed a question, "Is that why Mikey wants to meet us all? Musashi's been acting up lately, hasn't he?"
Kokonoi responded succinctly, "I've checked the records, and he's been fraternizing with other organizations, disregarding our policies."
Bored by the business talk, you stood up and began to idly wander around the place, taking in the surroundings. The premises resembled any ordinary workplace, with people diligently working on paperwork and other tasks. Perhaps it was all simply a clever disguise.
You stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the last floor, and ascended one flight of stairs up to the rooftop.
The door to the rooftop was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open to reveal a chill in the air that somehow felt soothing. Looking up at the gray, yet bright sky, you couldn't help but smile in contentment.
But then, a faint meowing sound reached your ears, and you discovered a cat rubbing against your foot. You were certain that stars had twinkled in your eyes as you exclaimed, "Kitty!"
