C55 The Quiet Blade

Riku’s office was silent except for the faint scratch of a fountain pen. He sat behind his desk, papers neatly arranged, his expression unreadable as always. But his mind wasn’t on the ink drying across contracts.

It was on Keiji.

He had known the man for years, seen him bleed, seen him kill, seen him stand unshaken when others broke. Keiji was a fortress