PROLOGUE

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It was the night of the annual business gala, where elites and influential figures gathered to network and celebrate their successes. Once a towering figure in the business world, Shibusawa's ambition knew no bounds. However, little did he know that his hunger for power would lead him directly into Fyodor's web.

One fateful night, Tatsuhiko sat at a table with other top business executives, casually sipping on his drink as he listened to the banter. Suddenly, amidst the commotion, an explosion rocked the venue, sending everyone into chaos and confusion. A mysterious group of people, clad in black cloaks and adorned with unsettling masks, stormed the gala. They swiftly moved in, singling out Tatsuhiko as their primary target.

The room was dark, lit only by a single bulb swinging from the ceiling. Shibusawa sat, his arms and legs chained to the ground, a collar of barbed wire around his neck. Fyodor Dostoevsky, a chilling man with cruel eyes, sat across from him, playing with a small dagger. With a wicked smile, Fyodor spoke, "Mr. Shibusawa, how nice of you to join me here. It seems you have been a busy little puppet."

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, a once successful businessman and a man of ambition—had been lured into a life of crime by the enigmatic Fyodor Dostoevsky. With offers of power and wealth, Fyodor had ensnared Tatsuhiko in a web of deception, all with a cunning smile and a promise of greatness. The once-proud man had fallen under the sway of an unparalleled master manipulator, his free will stripped away as he became a pawn in Fyodor's dangerous game.

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