Y/N POV
I don't even remember when I drifted off.
Crying must've drained me…
because when I woke up, it felt like I never really slept.
I looked around again—
same white walls, same cold air from the AC humming above.
No sunlight.
No window.
No clock.
Time didn't exist here.
I didn't know if it was day… or night…
Just this endless loop of nothing.
My body felt heavy,
but my chest—emptier than ever.
The bento from earlier still lay shattered on the floor, untouched.
And my stomach…
It didn't feel hungry.
It felt furious.
There were no more tears.
Not a single drop left.
Only this burning inside me—
a fire crawling up from my gut to my throat.
I'm not scared anymore.
I'm just…
done.
Done waiting.
Done crying.
Done hoping.
Renzo POV
CRASH.
He watched from the dim-lit surveillance room, smoke curling from the cigar between his fingers as the screen showed Y/N smashing the untouched bento on the floor.
"Woah…" he chuckled darkly, leaning back in his leather chair.
"Same energy as her mother. Fiery… reckless… stubborn."
He tapped the ash off, eyes never leaving the screen.
Every twitch of her wrist, every tear, every heavy breath—
he saw it all.
Then, he reached for his phone.
Time for fun.
He dialed a number…
a very familiar number.
It rang only once.
"Hello, son…" he said with a twisted grin.
"You remember me, right? Heheh…"
There was silence on the other end.
"Just checking in. When are you picking up your little lady, huh?
What's her name again… ahhh, right—Y/N."
He smirked wider, letting the name hang like poison in the air.
"Should I dress her up for you? Or maybe you won't like what's left if you take too long."
The line crackled—
and then his voice.
"Should I dress her up for you? Or maybe… you won't like what's left if you take too long."
That was it.
"You fucking bastard!!"
I roared, voice raw with fury.
"If you touch one strand of her hair—
I swear, Renzo… I will burn you alive."**
The phone trembled in my hand.
Not because I was scared—
but because I was ready to kill.
My jaw clenched so hard it ached.
I could feel every vein in my neck throbbing.
Behind me, Keifer and the boys were moving like shadows.
Felix's fingers danced over the laptop, eyes locked on the blinking red dot.
"Tracking route now. GPS locked."
David cocked his weapon.
"Perimeter check done. Safe route marked."
Keifer slid over a comms earpiece.
"Yuri—we're good to go. Give the word."
I didn't even nod.
I just slipped the piece in, eyes locked straight ahead like a predator hunting in the dark.
"This ends tonight."
The engine hummed low under the tension inside the car.
No one spoke.
Just the sound of tires grinding against rough gravel and broken twigs.
They hit the road, shadows clinging to their wheels as the city lights faded behind them—
and the darkness swallowed them whole.
The drive wasn't long…
but it felt like hours with every second clawing at Yuri's skin.
Then—
they arrived.
It stood there like a monster from a child's nightmare.
A massive, rust-wrapped structure, tucked deep in the middle of a forest, far from reach and law.
No gates.
No welcome.
Just an eerie silence pressing down from the blackened trees.
Dark. Ruthless. Silent.
Exactly the kind of place someone like Renzo would hide behind.
Yuri stepped out first, his boots crunching on dead leaves.
His eyes scanned the perimeter, teeth clenched, fists tight.
David muttered under his breath, "It's too quiet…"
Keifer checked his gun, "That means he's expecting us."
Yuri didn't flinch.
He simply whispered, more to himself than to anyone—
"Hold on babe im here"
Y/N POV
My heart suddenly thumped—
harder than usual, like a warning… or maybe a whisper.
Yuri.
It felt like he's close.
Like his presence brushed past my skin for just a second.
But then—
my mind snapped back.
He didn't show up at the hospital.
Not when Dad collapsed.
Not when I was calling every damn night.
So what if this is just my stupid instinct playing tricks again?
I sat up slowly, rubbing my wrist out of habit—
and that's when it hit me.
The bracelet.
The bracelet Yuri gave me.
It wasn't there.
My breath caught as I stared at my bare wrist.
"No, no, no…" I whispered.
I searched everywhere—
under the thin mattress, behind the bed, near the water filter…
Nothing.
It was gone.
And for the first time in days, panic kicked in again.
Because that bracelet was the only thing left of him.
And now it's gone too.
I clutched my knees, trying to keep my mind from spiraling.
Renzo POV
Smoke curled from the end of his cigar as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the edge of the console.
His eyes never left the screen—
her every move, every twitch of her fingers, every flicker of fear.
A slow grin spread across his face.
Holding up the bracelet, he twirled it between his fingers.
"Baby girl…" he murmured, voice low, almost playful, like he was whispering a secret to the screen.
"…your bracelet is with me."
A chuckle rumbled in his throat, cruel and quiet.
"Sorry to take it off… but you leaked my residence."
He tapped the metal against his knuckle as he watched her confusion grow.
Her panic was delicious.
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
Still whispering to himself—
"Let's see how fast your little hero finds you now…"
"Or if he walks into his grave instead."
He flicked the bracelet onto the metal table beside him, stood up, and adjusted his jacket.
Then, in a colder tone, to the guards waiting nearby—
"Put the boys on standby. It's almost curtain time."
Hanamitchi Residence
The antique phone on the desk rang sharply, slicing through the quiet tension of the house.
Haru Hanamitchi picked it up without hesitation.
Line: "Hello, boss… emergency alert."
Haru's voice dropped, ice-cold.
Haru: "What the fuck is happening?"
Line: "The young boss—Yuri… he took arms and left the base."
There was a pause. The tension thick.
Line (cont'd): "He's gone to rescue Miss Fernandez… She's been taken by Renzo."
The silence that followed was louder than any scream.
Haru gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing.
Haru: "I told that kid not to move without coordination…"
He slammed his fist on the table, veins rising on his arm.
Haru: "Mobilize the second unit. Track him. If Yuri goes down—we all do."
"And if Renzo touches a single thread on that girl's head… he's signing his own death."
"He is back for real" he press his temple
Author POV:
The air was thick with smoke—
not just from the cold fog rolling off the forest,
but from the silent rage building inside Yuri's chest.
The mansion loomed ahead, half-swallowed in shadows.
Creeping vines wrapped around cracked pillars.
The place reeked of secrets and danger.
Felix, inside the black jeep, adjusted his headset,
screens glowing in front of him,
"All comms live. I got you boys. Stay sharp."
Yuri, David, and Keifer crouched low, approaching the entrance with practiced precision.
Every step was a heartbeat.
Every breath, measured.
No room for mistakes.
As soon as they reached the heavy metal gate—
a rustle.
Then, from the shadows—
BAM!
A fist flew straight toward Keifer.
CRACK!
David elbowed the attacker before he could draw a weapon,
but more men poured out like smoke.
Yuri didn't flinch.
His eyes were locked ahead.
He twisted, ducked, and slammed his fist into a man's gut.
Another tried to grapple him—
he flipped him effortlessly over his shoulder.
Felix's voice buzzed through the earpieces:
"Watch the corridor—two more incoming at your left!"
David: "This isn't a welcome party—this is a trap."
Yuri: "Then let's crash it."
His eyes were sharp, burning.
There was no going back now.
And somewhere, inside those walls,
she was waiting.
The hallway was stained with the aftermath—
groans of fallen guards, the metallic scent of blood,
and Yuri's knuckles bruised but steady.
His breathing was sharp, focused.
He pressed his earpiece tighter.
Yuri: "Felix—direction."
Felix: "Turn left and go upstairs—fast."
He didn't wait.
Boots pounding against the marble, Yuri ascended the staircase two at a time.
His eyes scanned every corner, every creak of the floorboard sending adrenaline through his veins.
Felix: "Not that door—the next one."
Yuri skidded to a stop, heart thundering, and swung his boot forward—
BAM!
The heavy door flung open.
But his breath hitched.
No Y/N.
Instead—
Renzo, seated casually in a high-backed chair like he was expecting a dinner guest,
guards lining the walls, guns in hand and smirks on their faces.
Renzo: "Took you long enough."
He stood slowly, adjusting his cuffs.
"Looking for someone?"
He held out a familiar object between two fingers—
Y/N's bracelet.
Yuri's fists clenched.
His body still, but his eyes—blazing.
Renzo: "She's close… so close you can almost hear her crying your name."
He tossed the bracelet at Yuri's feet.
"But if you want her…" he smirked.
"…you'll have to go through me."
All the guards' guns snapped up in unison,
clicks echoing like a deadly chorus across the room—
all aimed directly at Yuri.
But Yuri didn't move.
His jaw clenched, his eyes locked on Renzo,
like the bullets didn't matter.
Like pain had no meaning when she was still missing.
BANG—
The door behind burst open.
Keifer and David stormed in, breathless, blood-smeared, eyes wide.
Keifer: "YURI!!"
They froze when they saw it—
the circle of rifles, the smug glint in Renzo's eyes.
Renzo:
"Oh? Yuri… your little troops are also here?"
He chuckled mockingly, stepping forward with his hands behind his back.
"So sweet. A real family moment."
David:
"You sure love hiding behind your toys."
Renzo smirked.
"You sure love walking into traps."
He tilted his head.
"I didn't plan to kill you just yet… but since you brought your fan club—"
Yuri:
"Where is she."
His voice was low, but sharp enough to cut stone.
Renzo raised a brow.
"Still obsessed, aren't you?"
He snapped his fingers.
The guards stiffened, ready to fire.
But Yuri didn't flinch.
Keifer and David shifted closer, hands at their weapons.
The room was a spark away from an explosion.
Renzo's voice dripped with venom as he slowly circled Yuri,
a cruel grin stretching across his face.
Renzo:
"You want her?"
He leaned in, close enough that Yuri could feel the heat of his cigar.
"But someone has to die today."
He turned slowly, arms outstretched like a performer on a stage.
"What should I do, huh?"
He spun on his heel to face Yuri again.
"Shall I kill you… or your little lady?"
Yuri's jaw clenched, fists trembling at his sides.
But his eyes—those eyes didn't blink.
Not once.
Renzo:
"You know why I chose her?"
He lit his cigar slowly, taking his time.
"Because your dad and her dad… both pulled me down. Both betrayed me. Both left me rotting while they rose like kings."
He exhaled smoke right into Yuri's face.
"So I thought—why not take their most precious things?"
He chuckled darkly.
Yuri didn't respond.
Not with words.
He took a slow step forward.
Then another.
David and Keifer exchanged tense glances—ready.
Muscles coiled like springs.
Yuri's mind was racing, thoughts pounding against each other like crashing waves.
Three against a whole group.
Impossible.
Unless… we play dirty.
He subtly tapped his left fingers twice—a signal.
Keifer caught it.
So did David.
Plan B.
Renzo chuckled darkly.
"So, what are you gonna do now, Yuri?"
He puffed his cigar, embers glowing like fireflies in the dim room.
"You look like a trapped lion."
Yuri took a deep breath, standing his ground.
Yuri:
"If you get me…"
He met Renzo's eyes directly.
"…will you release her?"
Renzo:
"Ahhh… Yuri, Yuri…"
He grinned like a wolf with blood on his teeth.
"Is that your plan? Sacrifice the king for the queen? So poetic. But this isn't chess, boy. It's war."
He laughed loud, echoing in the hallway.
"And in war, we take everything."
Yuri smirked just slightly—because while Renzo was talking…
David had already planted a micro-blaster behind one of the pillars.
And Keifer?
He was slipping something small metal into his palm.
Yuri (calmly):
"Then let's play war."
Felix, stationed outside in the jeep, noticed the shift.
The tension in Yuri's voice. The countdown ticking in Keifer's stare.
Then—Keifer pressed a hidden button on his wristband.
A silent signal.
Felix didn't hesitate.
"Move in. Go loud," he ordered through the comms.
Moments later—
BOOOOM!!!
An explosion tore through the side of Renzo's mansion—
flames rising, bricks scattering, guards screaming in panic.
Renzo flinched, caught off guard.
His smug expression cracked.
Yuri smirked, unfazed.
"You underestimated me again, old man."
Smoke flooded the hallway.
The Hanamitchi men flooded the grounds—masked, armed, precise.
The real game had just begun.
In the chaos of the explosion, bullets started flying—
one grazed past Yuri, missing him by inches.
He ducked fast, his boots skidding against the marble floor.
A smooth slide under the smog of smoke, and in one swift move,
he appeared right behind Renzo.
Yuri's arm locked around Renzo's neck.
The smoke was thick, shadows dancing everywhere—
no one could see clearly, but Yuri didn't need to.
He knew this was his shot.
Yuri (whispering coldly):
"Game over, Renzo."
The guards were lost in the haze, confused and coughing—
Keifer and David clearing the way, one by one.
Smoke swirled like ghosts around them, lights flickering overhead.
Yuri's breath was steady, his eyes locked—cold, deadly.
His arm tightened around Renzo's neck, pressing hard.
Yuri: "Renzo… where is she?"
His voice was low, sharp like broken glass.
Renzo coughed, choking slightly, but still smirked through the pain.
Renzo: "You play dirty… so I'll play dirty too, my boy."
He chuckled darkly, even as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Yuri didn't wait—he slammed Renzo against the wall,
dust and debris crashing down from the impact.
Yuri (growling):
"Don't test me. Not when she's the only thing holding me together."
The sound of a distant scream echoed through the halls—
faint… but familiar.
Yuri froze. His grip loosened just for a second.
"Y/N…"
His heart dropped—then ignited with rage.
David (from the side, shouting):
"Yuri! The east wing—we heard something!"
Yuri:
"Keifer—tie this bastard up. David—come with me."
Yuri sprinted down the hallway, eyes burning through the smoke.
Every second counted.
Y/N PoV
I curled into myself, knees pressed to my chest, head resting on them.
The silence of this room is louder than any scream.
My thoughts spiral endlessly—
"Is dad okay? Has he woken up? Is he still fighting?"
I can still feel his hand from the hospital bed…
I miss him.
I miss everything—my dad, my normal days, Yuri.
Tears no longer come.
I think I've cried them all out.
A faint sound buzzes through the walls—distant, like footsteps or something crashing.
I freeze.
Was that real? Or am I just going mad?
My hand grazes the chain on my wrist again.
Cold. Heavy. Just like everything inside me now.
"Yuri… if you're really out there… please…"
I whisper into the darkness,
"Don't let me disappear here."
Suddenly—BOOM.
A deafening blast tore through the silence.
The floor beneath me shook like an earthquake, dust falling from the ceiling.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
What was that?!
I stood up, stumbling as the vibrations rattled through my bones.
My eyes darted to the door—
Chains rattling against my wrist as I tried to back away.
Something is happening. Something big.
The artificial light flickered. For the first time since I got here
A heavy footstep echoed closer and closer—
each thud matching the thunder in my chest.
I panicked.
"Help! Somebody please—!"
My voice cracked, raw from all the silence.
Then—
BANG!!!
The door burst open like thunder.
Through the smoke and chaos, I saw a figure standing tall…
"Yuri…"
His name escaped my lips like a breath I'd been holding forever.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, cuts on his cheek, black shirt clinging to him—
but his eyes, they were only searching for me.
He rushed over, eyes wide, chest heaving.
"Y/N…"
My knees almost gave out.
I don't know whether to cry or run to him or both.
"You came…" I whispered.
His skin was scraped, dirt smeared with streaks of blood across his jaw and arms—
but to me, he looked like a savior from the ruins.
I didn't wait.
I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck, hugging him so tight like he could vanish if I let go.
His breath hitched—maybe from the pain, maybe from relief.
"I got you," he whispered, voice low, trembling but firm.
Then he reached into his boot, pulling out a small pin—
a sharp, thin metal piece I didn't even recognize.
Click… clack…
With a swift twist, the chain holding my wrist snapped open and fell to the floor with a thud.
I was finally free.
I looked up at him, tears in my eyes.
"You found me…"
"Even if hell was keeping you, I'd still break in," he said, cupping my face.
Yuri grabbed my hand, his grip firm and protective as you both moved through the hallway shadows. Every creak of the wooden floor, every distant gunshot made your pulse spike.
"Stay behind me," he whispered, eyes scanning every corner.
Smoke lingered. Bodies groaned on the floor.
David and Keifer cleared the way ahead, Felix waved from the jeep.
Finally—
We burst out of the mansion, hearts racing, lungs burning.
The cold air hit your face as if the night itself was welcoming you back to freedom.
We both ran—
through the dirt, through the mess, through the madness.
The car was waiting.
Felix already had the engine revving.
We climbed in—
and for the first time in what felt like forever, you looked back at the mansion…
And knew i'd survived it.
Yuri's voice broke the silence beside me:
"You're safe now."
Keifer slammed the door and barked,
"Clean the mess! Make sure no trace is left!"
The troops nodded, spreading out like shadows in the fog.
With one swift turn of the key, the engine roared back to life—
they hit the road, leaving behind the chaos, the screams, and the broken walls of Renzo's mansion.
Inside the car, silence settled.
Yuri sat at the back with you, his breath still uneven.
Your body trembled from exhaustion, but your heart finally let go.
You leaned onto his shoulder—
quietly, gently.
Your warm tears rolled down his skin, soaking through his blood-stained shirt.
But you made no sound.
Yuri didn't say a word either—he simply took your hand, brought it to his lips, and held it there.
His way of saying, "I'm here."
And maybe even, "I'm sorry."
Hanamitchi Residence
Haru stood tall by the window, phone to his ear, his voice sharp and clear.
Haru: "Update?"
Line (one of Yuri's men):
"Boss, all safe. Renzo is in our hand. What should we do now? Shall we finish him or take him back to the base?"
Haru clenched his jaw, pausing for a moment as he watched the rain begin to fall outside.
He turned away from the window and said coldly—
Haru:
"Bring him in. Alive. I want to see that bastard's face myself. And Yuri… he deserves to decide."
He hung up, eyes narrowing.
This wasn't over. Not until justice was personal.
And cuts the line ..
Haru's phone rang again, the screen glowing softly with the caller ID: Fernandez Assistant.
He picked up immediately.
Haru: "Hello?"
Fernandez Assistant (voice trembling):
"Hello, sir… how is Miss Fernandez doing now?"
Haru: softening his voice
"Don't worry, it's all safe now. Yuri found her. She's with him. Safe."
There was a long pause on the other end—
Then, a voice barely holding together:
Fernandez Assistant:
"Sir…"
He paused, voice cracking
"Sir, our boss… he's no more."
A deep breath, and then sobs began to leak through the line
"What should I tell our young lady…? She's been waiting every day…"
Haru closed his eyes, his heart heavy.
He ended the call, letting the silence linger for a moment—before turning to prepare himself for the conversation he wished he never had to be part of.
Haru (on the phone):
"Yuri, you need to bring Y/N home immediately. No excuses. No hospital. No detours. Just come home—now."
Yuri (worried):
"Dad, what's going on? She needs to rest. She's exhausted… she can barely keep her eyes open."
Haru (voice low, tense):
"Son… it's an emergency. You'll understand everything once you're here."