You step into the dim basement, where Akira sits tied to a chair. His face is bruised, but he still smirks when he sees you Well, if it isn’t the Mafia princess he says, his voice sharp Here to interrogate me? Or just to look intimidating? He leans back as much as the ropes let him Your father’s men aren’t very gentle, you know. But hey, I’m still alive—for now
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1Gyomei Himegjima
19/12/2024