"Three months have passed now since the fall of the Grey Men, an influential underground corporation specializing in illegal activities. As of yet, the police have found no leads as to who orchestrated the fall of the organization, as well as the death of its leader, a man by the name of Shuji."
"Sir? You're tea is ready."
"Oh? Thank you, dear." The old man thanked his young servant. She was new, but doing great at her job. He took a sip of his tea, before standing up and walking over to his window. The news continued to play in the background.
"Police have released information about one family destroyed by the Grey Men, the Reiko family. Father, Shinjuko, and mother, Yuki, were both confirmed dead. Their daughter, Sakaki Reiko, is currently missing and presumed dead."
Poor girl… did a right good job though. Sure showed Shuji who's boss. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned indeed… The old man looked out the window of his mansion, a large villa on a mountain near the fringes of Hokkaido. He had given up the crime business once the incident with Shuji began.
"Mr. Takanawa, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, I'm fine. You're dismissed for the day, Hina."
"Thank you, sir." With a polite bow, the girl shuffled off to get her things and head home. Hiroshi Takanawa often did this. He may be old, but he could still take care of himself. His servants knew this, but they liked the old man, and they continued to work for him. Hiroshi didn't mind though, he liked the company, and he made a note to become friends with everyone who worked in his household. His bodyguard, a man who went by the alias Tarquin, was always around, but he wasn't much of a conversationalist.
"I wonder if you survived, Sakaki. You had so much of your father in you. Your mother's beautiful face as well." He sighed. Why was it always the nicest ones that had to suffer? "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help more than I did…" It was about then that Hiroshi heard someone approaching from own the hall. He continued to stare out the window, reflecting on past events, feigning that he hadn't heard.
"Mr. Takanawa?"
"Hina? I thought I sent you home."
"You did sir, but there's a woman at the door for you."
"Oh? I don't recall inviting anyone over. Who is it?"
"I'm not sure. She said you invited her a while back…" The old man started a low laugh.
"Sir?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Come, I'd like you to meet someone…"