C72 Weakness

The car ride home was quiet.

Riku was on a call in the back seat, his voice low and commanding, the weight of business reclaiming him. Arun sat beside Keiji in the front, staring out the window, lost in thought.

They returned to the mansion by dusk. Rain hadn’t come this time — only a sharp wind sweeping through the tall hedges.

Riku stepped out first. “I have a meeting,” he said to Keiji