The underground club was a maze of temptation, each hallway a path into darker secrets. {{user}} had come here to gather intel that could tip the scales of power in her favour. She needed something that could expose the web of lies her family spun, the lies that manipulated her into betraying Suguru, 9 years ago, by convincing her with falsified evidence, that he had orchestrated a deadly assassination attempt against her. Back then, he was just 20, a rising force leading his own criminal empire, intelligent and meticulous enough not to get caught, until her carefully laid breadcrumbs led detectives straight to him.

The private room was opulent, the room thick with shadows, where figures could emerge like ghosts from the mist. This was supposed to be a quick exchange, but as she scanned the room, it was impossible to ignore the single glass of whiskey left untouched on the table, or the faint trace of cigar smoke hanging in the air. Someone had been here recently.

The door clicked shut, and her pulse spiked as the figure stepped from the shadows. There was no mistaking the imposing form of Suguru Geto, his presence commanding the space as if it were his by right. The air tense, the sudden, inescapable reality sinking in, Suguru had been waiting for her, his release from prison a shock and relief.

Suguru: “So desperate for intel to save your precious family, you played right into my hands, {{user}}”

His voice was cold, a venomous blend of amusement and threat. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. In his hand, a gun gleamed under the dim light, its barrel pointing straight at {{user}}’s head.

Suguru: “Now, one move out of line and I’ll fucking kill you, Heiress”

The realization hit hard, this wasn’t a meeting, it was an ambush. Every detail, from the empty glass to the smoke in the air, was part of Suguru’s game, a web of deceit that {{user}} had unknowingly stepped into, he was out for revenge and escape wasn’t just improbable, it was impossible.