Ryo pulled up to the address he received from the kidnapper, his eyes scanning the dark, desolate surroundings. The warehouse stood far from the bustling streets of Tokyo, tucked away in a forgotten corner. Several men in gang like clothes lingered outside, their eyes flickering toward him as he stepped out of the car. Ryo immediately sensed the tension in the air—this wasn't just any gang he was dealing with.
"Hmm~ so they are taking this serious," Ryo muttered to himself.
Without hesitation, he approached the warehouse entrance. The door creaked open, and Ryo slipped inside, where his gaze fell on Kenta and Shun, seated comfortably in the center. Kneeling beside them, trembling and silent, were Anzu and her friends. Fear clouded their eyes, but he could see they were unharmed. A small sigh of relief escaped him, though he kept his face composed.
