"Ahh~ you guys finally made it."
The voice jolted Haruto from his thoughts. His gaze, which had been fixed on the ground, lifted to meet the speaker.
Standing there was a man with jet-black hair and dark, piercing eyes—one of which bore a scar that left it clouded, a grayish hue that hinted at blindness.
Haruto recognized him instantly.
Ren Ito.
Ren was as tall as Haruto, with an arrogant smirk that seemed to judge everyone around him.
Two other figures flanked him, likely Red Claws members, mirroring his sneering confidence.
Ren's gaze shifted briefly to Arataki. "I see Arataki's here," he drawled.
"How's your sister doing?"
His tone was like a mock as his two friends laughed along with him just like a hyena. Condescending, disturbing, wicked.
"You fucking asshole!"
A flicker of anger flared in Arataki's eyes. His jaw clenched, fists twitching as he moved to step forward.
