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𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 {🔫🔥}

Genya Shinazugawa's boots thudded against the concrete of the dimly lit alleyway. The city's usual hum was quieter tonight, but it didn't calm the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was on edge, gripping the reports about Kyojuro Rengoku, the most elusive criminal he'd ever had the misfortune of chasing. For months, every lead, every tip, and every attempt to catch Kyojuro had led to nothing but empty buildings, thwarted plans, and dead ends.

Genya's breath came out in frustrated bursts. Kyojuro was a ghost, always slipping out of sight just before the cops could reach him. It was personal for Genya now—every step closer to Kyojuro seemed like a game, and he wasn’t one to lose. But Kyojuro wasn’t just any criminal; he had a network, power, and influence that stretched beyond anything Genya had ever encountered.

He paused, hands shoved deep in his pockets, thinking about his next move. Something new had come up in the reports: Kyojuro had a younger brother. Senjurou Rengoku, the more delicate and innocent one, a stark contrast to his older brother’s violent reputation. That’s when the idea sparked in Genya’s mind.

"If I can’t get to Kyojuro directly," Genya muttered under his breath, "I’ll start with Senjurou."

The next day, Genya sat in his unmarked car just outside a quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind you wouldn’t expect someone like Kyojuro to frequent. But his brother, Senjurou, lived there—a small, modest house tucked between larger ones, almost easy to overlook. Genya had been watching the house for hours, studying its routine.

It wasn’t long before the front door creaked open, and Senjurou stepped out. He was smaller than Genya expected, with soft features, a gentle demeanor, and a warmth that seemed out of place in the same bloodline as Kyojuro. He carried a bag of groceries and seemed completely oblivious to the world of crime his brother was submerged in.

Genya took a deep breath, tapping the steering wheel as he decided on his approach. He couldn’t just walk up and start asking about Kyojuro; Senjurou would never cooperate if he felt cornered. Genya needed to be subtle.

He opened the car door and walked toward Senjurou, making sure his approach didn’t seem too aggressive. As Senjurou fumbled with the keys to unlock his door, Genya casually called out, “Need a hand with that?”

Senjurou looked up, startled at first, his wide amber eyes meeting Genya’s. “Oh, no, I’ve got it, thanks…” His voice was as soft as his appearance.

Genya smiled slightly, offering a nod as he stepped back, watching Senjurou manage to unlock the door and step inside. But before he could fully enter, Genya spoke again, this time leaning against the nearby fence.

"You're Senjurou Rengoku, right?"

Senjurou froze, turning slowly, his expression cautious now. “Y-Yes… Can I help you with something?”

Genya shifted his weight, sensing the wariness creeping into Senjurou’s voice. “I’m Genya. I’m... looking into something, and your name came up. Thought I’d come by and talk. Maybe clear a few things up.”

Senjurou’s grip on the grocery bag tightened slightly, but he nodded. “About… what, exactly?”

Genya stepped a little closer, not too much, just enough to keep the conversation casual. “Your brother. Kyojuro.”

At that name, Senjurou’s face fell, his gaze shifting to the ground. He didn’t reply immediately, clearly uncomfortable. Genya watched the reaction closely, filing it away for later.

“I don’t… I don’t talk to him much anymore,” Senjurou finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"That so?" Genya asked, his tone gentle but probing. "That must be hard, with everything going on."