Laga sat quietly in his small apartment, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. The note he found earlier was on the table in front of him—simple words but heavy meaning.
"They are watching."
He knew what it meant. The delicate balance he had kept for years was beginning to crack. People who wanted to find him, to expose him, were closing in.
But who were they? Old enemies? Powerful rivals? Or family members unaware of his true self?
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The next morning, Laga arrived at the company. He walked through the glass doors like any other employee, but inside, every step felt heavier. The weight of unseen eyes pressed down on him.
Mara noticed his quietness. She handed him a cup of coffee without saying a word. Their silent exchange held years of trust.
"Any idea who sent the note?" she finally asked.
Laga shook his head. "No. But whoever they are, they're close."
Mara frowned. "We need to be careful."
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Across the city, in a high-rise office filled with luxury, one of Laga's disciples, a man named Jaro, stared at a large screen showing Laga's movements.
Jaro was a powerful CEO, feared and respected, but also deeply loyal to Laga. Yet even he felt unease.
"Master's cover is fragile," Jaro muttered to himself. "We must be ready."
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Back at the company, Laga went about his day as usual. He sat in meetings, reviewed reports, and even smiled at colleagues. But his mind was elsewhere.
He thought about the family who had rejected him, about the granddaughter who trusted him, and about the disciples who depended on him.
All of them unaware of the full truth behind the man called Sanda.
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In the evening, Laga met Mara at a quiet café.
"We need to strengthen security," he said. "Not just here, but everywhere."
Mara nodded. "I'll make the arrangements."
He looked at her seriously. "No one can know about the threats yet."
She smiled faintly. "Your secret is safe with me."
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As they parted ways, Laga received another message on his encrypted phone. It was a single word:
"Tomorrow."
The warning was clear. Something was about to happen.
He stood alone on the rooftop of his building, looking at the city lights flickering below.
The watcher's eyes were closing in, and soon, the calm he had lived under would shatter.