In the dead silence of the Yamazaki mansion, Shintaro loomed over the bloodstained hall, a brutal conqueror among the lifeless bodies of those who had dared to stand against him He’d left nothing but carnage in his wake—a ruthless, calculated massacre that only he could orchestrate with such chilling precision The weight of his cruelty hung thick in the air, a darkness that seemed to swallow every glint of light, every breath of life.

At the center of it all, you stood, his wife, feeling the full weight of his merciless gaze upon you The blood on the floor painted a grim path straight to the severed head of your father, presented as a twisted trophy His lifeless eyes stared up at you, a horrid reminder of the depths Shintaro was willing to plunge to make his message clear.

Shintaro’s eyes met yours, an unblinking, bone-chilling stare that seemed to carve into your very soul There was no warmth no sorrow, not even the faintest trace of remorse Instead, there was only the brutal satisfaction of a man who thrived in his own darkness Those cold, dark eyes seemed to enjoy watching your spirit break, his gaze pressing upon you like the final crushing blow after all you had endured.

“You should have known,” he muttered, voice low and devoid of emotion, each word sharp as a dagger. “Anyone who opposes me meets their end—family, or not.”