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Masato observed for a moment before responding, as if pondering how much he should reveal. He pulled out a chair and sat in front of me, leaning closer. It seemed he was finally ready to come clean.“The Blue Falcons...,” he began, his voice deep, “are one of the oldest and most powerful criminal organizations in this country. They started as a small group of mercenaries but soon realized that true strength wasn’t in open combat, but in silent control—money, politics, bribery. Over the decades, they infiltrated every level of power. Politicians, corporations, law enforcement... they had influence over everything.”He paused, his eyes fixed on me, gauging my reaction.“My family,” he continued, “was one of many that stood against the Falcons. My father believed we could live an honorable life, with clean business practices. He had a company that was growing, gaining ground in the market, and the Falcons wanted a cut. When he refused to pay the 'protection' they demanded, they started d

The silence in the airplane cabin was almost palpable, broken only by the soft hum of the engines. I glanced at Masato sideways, trying to decipher what he was hiding. I knew there was more to the story between him and Thomas than he was letting on, and the vague hint that Thomas's past was complicated only heightened my curiosity—and my unease.As I leaned back in my seat, the memory of Thomas's words still echoed in my mind: "You don't know who he really is." Was he right? Thomas had insisted several times that I was on the wrong side, that Masato wasn’t who he seemed to be, but so far, all I had seen was Masato protecting me. To some extent.After all, he was also keeping me in the dark. Just like now.We didn’t speak for the rest of the trip, and I didn’t dare try. Masato clearly wanted his space, despite supposedly doing all this for my own good. My phone had been confiscated, and the new device had only two numbers: Masato’s (predictable) and an unknown sender, which I assumed w

The tension in the air was palpable as Masato released me, his gaze still fixed on me as if he were calculating each of my next moves. I stood there, paralyzed, my heart racing. I knew I was in dangerous territory, and each of his words sounded like a dark promise of what was to come."Get up. Now." His voice was cold, controlled, but carried a latent threat.With no other option, I stood up from the chair with trembling legs and made my way to the upstairs, feeling Masato's eyes burning into my back as I walked away. The hallway felt longer and more oppressive than ever, and each step echoed in my mind, anticipating the punishment he had promised.When I reached the room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. I glanced at the clock: there were still two hours until nine-thirty. Time seemed to drag on, but at the same time, the thought of each passing minute bringing me closer to the inevitable night at the beach made my stomach churn.I approac

My throat tightened, and a wave of panic surged through my body. Thomas? What could Masato have on him? I hesitated for a second, but the need to know was stronger than any fear. I opened the folder.Inside, there was a collection of photos of Thomas, some taken from a distance, as if he had been watched for some time. There were detailed records of his activities, his business dealings, and what shocked me the most: his past. Masato and Thomas had been much closer than I ever imagined.According to the documents, they had been great friends in the past. After Masato got out of prison, demoralized and penniless, Thomas was the one who helped him get back on his feet in the business world. He provided the contacts and resources Masato needed to restart. At first, they seemed inseparable. Thomas had bet on Masato's recovery, and together they formed a powerful alliance.But everything changed when Masato founded the Red Eagles. The folder contained details about how this organization wa

The next day, curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist. I waited until Masato left for one of his mysterious engagements, and then I went straight to the secret room. My heart raced in my chest as I opened the door and searched through the files, the incriminating documents, everything Masato was hiding from the world.This time, though, something was different. A discomfort gnawed at me, a feeling that something was wrong.I noticed some of the files looked new. When had he brought new material in here, and how had he done it without me knowing? I looked around the room. It was connected to the punishment chamber, so maybe there were other access points—other rooms—that linked to this one.A maze of secrets and lies: maybe the entire island was part of a great fortress of solitude, the lair of some comic book villain.I studied the new folders and the new names. Most were unfamiliar until…Jonathan. My father.I already knew he was investigating my father's involvement with