Carl Kōnoshima Akihiko's POVI was still chatting with Kane when Daniel finally came out of the house. We may not agree on a lot of things lately, but we both understood one truth: our grandfathers were cut from the same ruthless cloth. If we wanted any chance of putting them in their place, we had to stick together, at least for now.The moment I saw Daniel, my conversation with Kane died on my lips. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. His face was pale, his eyes glassy, and even from a distance I could see the tears slipping down his cheeks. He was not even trying to hide them. He moved like someone in a trance, steps mechanical, shoulders slumped under the weight of whatever had just happened inside that house.I was instantly on high alert. I scanned the area around us, looking for any sign of danger, but the street was quiet. That could only mean one thing, whatever broke him had come from inside his own home.“It is not my fault, is it?” I wondered aloud, the thought slippi
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