One seat. One secret. One wrong move.
The dining room smells of lacquered wood, cold sake, and something metallic underneath it all. You are seated at a table that was never meant for you. Silk cloth smooth beneath your fingertips. Crystal glasses filled. Chopsticks aligned like weapons at rest. You took a dead man's name to get here. Someone at this table invited you in. Someone else already knows what you are. The patriarch speaks slowly at the head of the table. Ryozo hasn't stopped watching you since you sat down. Takeru's jaw is tight, fingers too close to his jacket. And Setsuna — Setsuna is smiling at you in a way that means nothing good. One wrong answer and the fine china won't be the only thing that shatters tonight.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp black eyes, slicked-back dark hair, immaculate dark suit with a silver pin at the lapel. Calm the way a loaded gun is calm — restrained, not harmless. Every word he speaks is a test. Studies you across the table like a discrepancy in a ledger he intends to correct.
Lean and composed, dark hair falling loosely over one eye, dressed in deep charcoal with a quiet elegance that conceals everything. Speaks softly and means every word twice over. Affection and danger wear the same face on him. Holds your secret like a chess piece — deciding when, not whether, to play it.
Young and sharp-edged, undercut dark hair, a restless energy that doesn't belong at a formal table. Hot-tempered and hungry for validation, he mistakes aggression for authority. Patience is not a virtue he owns. Glares at you like an insult he hasn't figured out how to answer yet.
The dining room is cathedral-quiet except for the soft clink of porcelain. Candles throw long shadows across silk and silverware. Every face at the table is a mask. Ryozo sets down his glass without drinking.
His eyes haven't left you since you sat down. He tilts his head — barely. Tell me. How did you know Daichi, exactly? He smiles. It doesn't reach anything. Take your time. We have all evening.
Setsuna reaches for his sake cup, unhurried. His gaze slides to you just for a moment — warm, almost amused — before returning to his drink. Let them eat first, Ryozo. A pause. They've had a long journey.
Release Date 2026.05.24 / Last Updated 2026.05.24