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Osaka burned quietly.
Not with sirens.
Not with chaos.
Just silence—
the kind that comes when everyone already knows something terrible is about to happen.
Kamaguchi Isaki's estate stood on the hill like a fortress built on borrowed time. High walls. Private guards. Cameras sweeping every angle.
None of it mattered.
Akhil walked through the front gate.
The guards saw him.
Recognized him.
And froze.
Fear is faster than loyalty.
The first man raised his gun with shaking hands.
Akhil shot him once—center mass. No anger. No words.
The second tried to run.
He didn't make it five steps.
Inside, the mansion was empty of warmth. Marble floors. Expensive art. A life built on other people's suffering.
Kamaguchi Isaki waited in the main hall.
Older than Akhil expected. Calm. Almost relieved.
"So," Isaki said, pouring himself a drink. "I wondered why someone was after me. Then I realized — it was all for a dead body."
Akhil didn't sit.
He didn't smile.
"You killed Herr," Akhil said.
Isaki nodded. "I ordered many things."
Akhil stepped closer.
"She begged," Isaki continued, unfazed. "Most do."
Bang.
The glass shattered in Isaki's hand. His wrist exploded in blood.
He screamed for the first time.
Akhil grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"You don't get to remember her voice," Akhil said quietly. "That belongs to me."
Isaki laughed through the pain. "You think killing me fixes you?"
Akhil paused.
Then he answered honestly.
"No."
Bang.
Isaki's head snapped back.
The body slid down the wall, lifeless.
The mansion was silent again.
Akhil walked out onto the balcony.
Looking at beautiful sunrise
The city stretched endlessly below him. Lights. Homes. Families.
Things he once had.
Things he destroyed.
Akhil climbed onto the railing.
Wind rushed past him, cold and clean.
For the first time in a long while, his hands weren't shaking.
"I'm coming," he whispered—to no one, and to everyone. "Wait for me."
He stepped forward.
The sunrise swallowed him.
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And that was the end of Akhil.
Not a hero.
Not a devil.
Just a boy who loved once—
and never survived it.