As the festival's vibrant crescendo subsided, the once-electric atmosphere began to dissipate into the night. People started to disperse in various directions, leaving behind the grand edifice that had just hosted the spectacular event. But amid the dwindling crowd, Reigha harbored a covert plan that demanded execution.
In the hush that followed, Reigha approached one of his most trusted subordinates, Frank, a man whose loyalty and competence had been unwavering in every task he'd undertaken. Frank responded to Reigha's beckoning with a solemn nod, his eyes brimming with a mix of curiosity and determination.
"There's a task at hand, Frank," Reigha whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the lingering echoes of the event.
Frank, well aware that assignments from Reigha often entailed complexities and dangers beyond imagination, was momentarily taken aback. "But Boss, is this really necessary? Does he need to be detained?"
