"In a twist of fate, two ordinary girls find themselves transported to the perilous world of Tokyo Revengers , a high-stakes anime adventure that defies imagination. After an impulsive purchase of a mysterious mirror from an antique shop, their live...
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The gloomily lit room was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke, a silence that pressed down on everyone in it. South leaned back in his chair, a grin playing at the corners of his lips as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. His gaze was fixed on the man standing before him—his identity concealed in shadows, his face unreadable.
"You're absolutely positive you have it?" South's voice cut through the quiet like a knife.
"Those girls couldn't stop running their mouths when we questioned them about disappearing from the house last time. So yeah, I've seen it myself."
The man, standing tall and unbothered, nodded. "And if you weren't so fucking secretive all the time, I would've saved you the headache months ago. We've had that stupid mirror for ages. That's where these girls came from." His tone was casual, almost mocking, as if their little game of hide-and-seek had grown tiresome.
South's grin faded slightly as he glanced up toward the figure sitting in the grand chair across the room. Izana, the boss, sat with a napkin pressed to his lips, dabbing away the blood he had just coughed up. His expression was hidden, but the weak rasp in his breathing was hard to miss. An assistant stood dutifully beside him, adjusting his IV and whispering soft words of comfort.
"And you all need to be more careful about who you hire," the man added, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Your guy Ty? He's reckless. He basically confirmed that you were onto something the other day during a meeting we had with him."
South laughed quietly to himself, the sound deep and unsettling. "Ty's doing everything I expected him to do. I'm not worried about him."
Izana stirred, his fingers tapping lightly on the arm of his chair. His voice came out low but steady. "Where is the mirror located?"
"In Rindou's room."
For the first time in what felt like years, Izana's entire demeanor shifted. He shot up from his seat so quickly that his assistant nearly fumbled, her eyes wide with alarm at his sudden burst of energy. His pale lips twitched into a grin as he paced, unable to contain the excitement that bubbled up inside him.
"A change of plans," Izana said, his voice dripping with malice as he ripped out his IV. "We need to speed everything up. The date we discussed—move it forward. I don't care!"
South raised an eyebrow, lighting his cigarette. Smoke curled lazily into the air as he eyed Izana carefully. "You sure about that? That means all eyes are gonna be on us, and if we push it up—"
Izana cut him off, his grin widening. "Exactly. I want you to hit them where it hurts. All at once." He paused, his voice dropping lower, darker. "I want them to suffer. Slowly. Destroy the things they love. Kill the ones they care about. I want them to feel despair in every breath they fucking take."
