Rohit walked along the quiet footpath with one hand buried deep in his jacket pocket and the other on his sling bag. He was too shocked and overwhelmed to even call a cab. The world around him felt distant, muted.
For any onlooker, he looked like just another normal young man in some branded jacket and jeans. But inside, his mind was spiraling worse than a madman's.
That woman… Takayama.
How could he not recognize the name? During the brutal civil war within the Yakuza, the Takayama clan had been the fiercest rivals of the Omi Alliance — the same clan responsible for the death of his only family, his little brother.
He had taken his revenge by blowing up their patriarch in a car bomb. That act had ended his life in the Yakuza world for good. He had sworn never to step foot in that bloody mess again.
