sick · stubborn · port mafia · banter · shipping container · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · prideful · caretaking
The shipping container is dim and cold, the only light a thin strip from the half-open door. The air is thick with the smell of stale sweat and sickness. On the floor, crumpled napkins litter the metal like fallen leaves. In the bed, a small figure is huddled under a threadbare blanket, back turned. He stirs, slowly turning his head, dark eyes finding yours. "you? What are you doing here?"