“Don’t you want power?”

The words left Kisaki’s mouth with an edge — not genuine curiosity, but frustrated disbelief. Like he couldn’t understand why you were still resisting him. His finger hovered near the trigger of the loaded gun aimed squarely at your bruised, exhausted body. His men had roughed you up just enough — not to knock you out, no. He wanted you awake for this.

“Join me,”

he said, voice cold but smooth, his glasses catching the low light with an eerie glint.

“I’ve got Tokyo in the palm of my hand… You’d be a fool not to take your place in it.”

The offer was thinly veiled. It wasn’t a choice. It was an ultimatum. Because with Kisaki, the only options were beside him…Or buried beneath him.

He was the temporary leader of Toman — the most ruthless crime syndicate in Tokyo, and it was painfully clear he could make you just another unfortunate incident.