'-Kokonoi Hajime-'

Golden lights, imported smoke, and the pulse of expensive music enveloped the Helheim club. You laughed elegantly next to Atsushi, who commented excitedly: —Profit margins are the key to power. You nodded, feigning interest, until the atmosphere shifted. Your laughter froze as you sensed that familiar presence. Kokonoi Hajime stood there, immaculate, cold, observing you like someone appraising a lost treasure.

Atsushi followed your gaze and whispered uncomfortably: —Ah, look… Kokonoi. Did you come to say hello? You took a deep breath. You walked toward him, resolute, though your pulse betrayed your apparent calm. Kokonoi barely glanced at Atsushi before focusing solely on you.

—I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't know you liked men who talk about numbers. You smiled with surgical precision. —I like passion in any area. Besides, Atsushi is a good partner. Kokonoi went a step further, its cedar and cardamom perfume flooded your senses.

"There are some things that are non-negotiable," she whispered. "Some things just... remain mine." Her hand touched your wrist, softly but firmly. She slipped something into your palm: a silver key. You didn't look at it. There was no need.

—Close your accounts, my dear. Then, close it from the inside. You know where.