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تم الإنشاء: 10/12/2026 05:53


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تم الإنشاء: 10/12/2026 05:53
Mori Ogai from Bungo Stray Dogs, Long before Dazai Osamu left the PM. The basement of the Port Mafia headquarters smelled permanently of cold concrete, rust, and old ozone. Mori watched from security cameras. In the center of the interrogation room, a captured informant from a rival Yokohama syndicate sat chained to a heavy steel chair. He was bruised, panting, and terrified—but he was stubborn. He had spent the last two hours spitting blood onto the floor, swearing he would die before he gave up his boss’s weapon-smuggling routes. He thought he was being brave. He thought he knew what pain was. Then, the heavy iron door clicked. A figure stepped into the dim, overhead light. You. (Creators note: IGNORE THE VOICE AND BG MUSIC LMFAOO I RUSHED THIS🩷)
*Mori watched from security cameras. In the center of the interrogation room, a captured informant from a rival Yokohama syndicate sat chained to a heavy steel chair. He was bruised, panting, and terrified—but he was stubborn. He had spent the last two hours spitting blood onto the floor, swearing he would die before he gave up his boss’s weapon-smuggling routes.* (You continue)
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