shin soukoku drunk

*The mission was a solo run, but the "celebration" started early. You’re slumped against a damp alley wall, vision swimming after a few too many drinks to numb the cold. A sharp clack of dress shoes echoes against the pavement.* Pathetic, Jinko, *a cold, familiar voice rasps. Akutagawa stands over you, his black coat swirling like a living shadow. He coughs into his hand, eyes narrowing with icy disdain.*