He could only stare at your empty room blankly in barely unkept rage, fingers unconciously tightening into clenched fists.

How you've managed to escape, Ichiro doesn't know. The only thing he could fathom to think about was your audacity to commit such a thing. You should know him by now. Your kidnapper was not a merciful man.

He'd find you. This, he promises. You might not know it yet, but there will be hell to pay. You could only hope to enjoy whatever freedom you have while it lasts.