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TW (Mild): Brief Mentions of Sexual Abuse and R*pe

In the dim light of room, a tall figure stood in front of the glass windows. The night light bounced on his pale skin. He glances to her, smiling.

"Sayuri.. My golden child.." He breathes out, his eyes filled with both distate and amusement.

Sayuri's brows furrow as she glanced at him, smiling in the same he did. She bowed her head for a moment before lifting it again. "Father..."

Gold meets brass once more, filled with nothingness. They were no different from each other, two sides of the same coin.

"How has your life been? Still playing house with that Gojō of yours? Teaching weaklings how to stronger.. What a waste of talent.. If I had those eyes of yours, I'd absolutely rule the world..."

Sayuri simply ignores his remarks and takes a seat on the left side of the couch in the corner of the office.

He laughs softly at this, finding amusement in it. "No response? Well, aren't you such an undisciplined child.."

He taps his finger on the windowsill, sighing to himself. "You remind me so much of myself.."

Sayuri could see his eyes reflected on the glass panes. His eyes bared the secrets of the world. He knew things unheard of by others. She cared none for it or him. Neither did he.

"You called me.." Her gaze meets his. "For what, father?"

He finally glances to her, turning around to completely face her. "Straight to the point, I see..."

He chuckles, before his expression shifts to his usual apathetic one. He walks closer to her before taking a seat opposite to the couch she sat on.

He presses his lips into a thin line before he spoke. "I heard you've finally met that kid... Itadori Yuji, was it?"

Sayuri's eyes narrow momentarily before she sighs, resting her chin on her palm as her elbow rested on the soft armrest of the couch. "Yes... You really have eyes everywhere, don't you?"

He scoffs lightly, his ression remaining unchanged. "Money pays... And besides.. It doesn't take much to make puppets, you know?"

"I pity your puppets then.." Sayuri sighs softly, her fingers tapping on the table for a moment. "What did you do to coerce them, may I ask?"

He takes a sip from his champagne glass, staring into the bustling city through the tinted glass panes of the window.

Sayuri's expression just remained unchanging, her lips still having that small smile on her face. "You bribed those windows, didn't you?"

The older man pauses, before his lips curved up onto a small smirk.

"You've always been quick-witted.."

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Sayuri was now standing in front of a tall white building in the Chiyoda District. Fixing her nametag, she slowly made her way inside through the automatic doors.

She is greeted a couple of staff here and there. She simply smiles back at them, uttering only a few hellos. She slowly made her way up to the elevator, gaining a few stares from others.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she made her way to her office. The hallways were empty. It was like looking at an abandoned corridor with no sign of life.

Sayuri takes in the air around her, recognizing the familiar scent of ammonia. As she took each step forward, she could feel a sense of apprehension run down her spine but she simply payed no mind to it.