C68 The Weight of an Old Man’s Eyes

The car ride felt endless.

Arun sat stiff in the back seat, the silence between him and Keiji thicker than smoke. The city faded behind them, replaced by the narrow roads that wound toward the old estate. Each turn made Arun’s stomach tighten further.

He didn’t know what awaited him. He only knew one thing — no one refused a summon from Oyabun.

When they arrived, the gates were already open