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Chapter 1: Kidnapped, High Stakes

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A chill afternoon at a villa in the Tokyo suburbs; the summer heat hadn’t managed to invade this little slice of paradise yet.

The girl’s long hair was like a spill of ink-black silk, flowing over her shoulders and brushing against her delicate, snatched waistline. Her eyes were a clear, pale violet—soft like spring petals, yet sparkling like high-end gems. She was a girl blessed by the gods; just a single look or a faint smile was enough to be called ethereal.

Her fingertips slid across the intel in front of her, stopping on a name printed on the black-and-white document.

「Geto Suguru」

Good, very good.
A boy playing the hero, huh?

"Uka, help me call out of school tomorrow."

The girl’s voice was lazy and soft, the kind of vibe that made people think she was super approachable. Higashiko Uka, who was ten years older than the girl and had been by her side for ages, gave a respectful nod.

"Understood, Miss Yozora."

Fuwa Yozora. She was the only daughter of the current *Oyabun*—the head of the Sanyai-gumi, Japan’s top mafia syndicate. Her father, Fuwa Nogawa, had only this one daughter, and she attended the elite Momoin Private Academy in Tokyo.

Hearing Uka’s reply, Yozora looked up at her. Above the head of this mature, gentle woman, a string of numbers floated in the air.

「20075」

The girl flopped back onto the sofa, lazy as a housecat.

"Uka, you’re definitely gonna stay healthy and live for a long, long time."

Uka let out a little giggle and picked up the porcelain cup nearby to refill it with a cold drink.

"Then I’ll take those kind words to heart, Miss~"

*It’s not just a kind wish, Uka. I can literally see your lifespan.*

Yozora turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror by the window, which reflected her lounging on the white sofa. But above her own head, there were no numbers at all.

Fuwa Yozora couldn’t track her own clock.

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Flashback to three nights ago: the daughter of the Sanyai-gumi boss was kidnapped.

The perps were unknown. It happened on Yozora's way home from school when she took a detour to a bookstore.

"As expected of Nogawa’s kid. Most girls would’ve been crying their eyes out by now, but you’re staying real chill, Miss."

Yozora’s hands were tied, and a black sack was shoved over her head. She didn't say much; the voice was unfamiliar. A middle-aged man. Based on the noise in the car, there were three others.

"Gotta admit, Fuwa raised a gorgeous daughter. Wonder who’s gonna get lucky with her later."

"Why not let us get lucky first? L-M-A-O—"

"Nah, then she won’t sell for top dollar. With enough cash, you can get any woman. Better to find someone mature and sexy anyway."

Inside the bag, Yozora rolled her eyes, feeling low-key nauseous. She took a kick to the side from a guy who was clearly losing his patience.

"Hey, Miss, are you a mute or what?"

Yozora finally spoke, but what she said was totally out of left field.

"Do you guys think the cartilage ramen at Higashikawa or Nishiyama tastes better?"

The kidnappers were stunned.

"Damn, since when was the Fuwa heiress a total airhead?"

The world got a bit quieter after that; the taunts and gross comments died down. The car drove for about an hour, bouncing over some rough mountain roads, before Yozora was shoved out.

The thick smell of sea salt and the creak of iron gates told her she was likely at some abandoned port in the Tokyo outskirts—somewhere isolated and definitely not a busy trade hub. Or maybe just a tiny fishing village.

She was tied to a chair and the bag was ripped off. Yozora squinted against the harsh light, finally seeing the faces of her captors.

For mafia types to show their faces during a stunt like this, they probably didn't plan on letting her live.

However.

「0」
「0」
「0」
...

Seeing a bunch of dudes with zeros over their heads was honestly kind of a rush.

The leader held up a phone, flashing a grin with his nasty yellow teeth at Yozora.

"Hey Fuwa, take a look. Is this your precious daughter?"

"Let's have a little chat and see how much you’re willing to pay. If I'm not feeling it, you’ll start getting your daughter’s fingers tomorrow, one by one—"

"Come on, Miss, got anything to say to Daddy?"

The camera was shoved in her face. Yozora leaned back in disgust, her tone still calm and lazy.

"Dad, that Nishiyama ramen you bought yesterday was actually mid. It took me a whole hour just to finish it."

The abandoned warehouse erupted in laughter. The yellow-toothed creep leading them started shouting.

"Fuwa! Your daughter’s been scared stupid!"

Yozora lowered her head and stayed silent, perfectly playing the part of a girl too traumatized to speak. The men started talking recklessly around her, already treating her like a corpse.

"After this, we should be able to take over the Yokohama port, right? Sanyai-gumi’s reach was getting too long anyway..."

"The Ginza and Shibuya business isn't enough for them? They really thought they could run the show in Tokyo forever..."

"If this works out, I'm definitely gonna be the *Wakashira*. I'll take you guys to Osaka to live large."

"Hahaha, well, Brother Ling really trusts you."

"For sure. Look at how much work I've put in for him!"

Ling. Mudu Lu Ling.
The *Oyabun* of the Hanaba-kai, one of the big three syndicates.

Finally, the mystery behind six months of port crimes and chaos was solved. It wasn't just small gangs beefing or some random psycho on a spree.

The Hanaba-kai was the one making a power move for total control.

Yozora breathed a sigh of relief. This kidnapping actually served a purpose; the people here were the core members of Hanaba-kai. It made sense—kidnapping the Sanyai-gumi heiress was a high-stakes job.

Capturing these guys meant they could go to war with Hanaba-kai openly and swallow their Tokyo territory whole. Even their right-wing political buddies wouldn't be able to save them.

Perfect plan.

The code had been sent: about an hour’s distance from her school route, mountainous area to the west. Her dad wasn't an idiot; he'd find her before midnight.

Just as Yozora was about to close her eyes to power nap, a lackey ran over in a panic.

"Big Bro, something’s hitting the door."

"What’s the security feed say?"

"The monitors show... nothing's out there..."

"Crap, what the hell? This place is abandoned. Who’s messing with us?"

The salty air rushed in again as they swung the warehouse doors open.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Yozora heard a blood-curdling scream. People started sprinting toward the back of the warehouse where she was tied up. She snapped her head up and saw a lackey in the distance literally get sliced in half. His upper body just... vanished.

The wound at his waist looked like it had been shredded by a beast’s fangs, but there was nothing there—only people running for their lives.

For the first time in her life, Yozora felt a surge of pure panic.

"Untie me!"

Nobody listened. Everyone was in survival mode, trampling over each other to find another exit.

No way. Is this for real?
What even is this? A late-night creepypasta come to life?

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