Word count: 1.3k
Tags: trans! Mob, post canon
Reigen was in deep, deep shit.
Looking back, maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job without actually scoping out the place first. But it had sounded like easy money! The owner of this office building felt a rush of cold air whenever he entered the basement? Bah, it sounded like he had a problem with his air conditioning. Reigen would just sprinkle some salt and figure out on the down low who he used for his maintenance and give them a ring, and he’d get a handsome payment.
Um… but.









