THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
One by one, they stepped in—lined up, poised, and terrifyingly composed.
Nauna si Yuta. Crisp navy blue suit, sharp jaw, confident stride. He gave a slight bow to the crowd, as if he owned the place.
Tetsu followed, all-black ensemble, classic and silent. His eyes scanned the hall like he was already calculating exits, danger zones, and people to kill if necessary.
Next was Seiji. Still calm. Still unreadable. As if the world was just another chessboard under his feet.
Then came Sato—stoic as ever, towering, unmoved by the camera flashes and curious whispers.
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