The air inside the dimly lit room was heavy with tension, each second stretching into an eternity. Uncle Floris’s sharp gaze bore into Satsujin Sha, his expression a blend of curiosity and suspicion.

  “You’ve evaded the police for years,” Floris began, his tone cold and calcuted. “Every crime, every trail of blood—you’ve left enough evidence to hang an empire. And yet, you walk free. How?”

  Satsujin leaned back against the chair, his eyes narrowing as he studied Floris. He wasn’t a man easily unsettled, but the question carried weight. A part of him had always wondered the same thing.

  “They know,” Floris continued, stepping closer. “The police. They know it’s you. They know where you are. So why are you still here, walking among them like a ghost?”

  For a long moment, the room was silent. Then Satsujin smirked, the shadow of a cruel smile pying on his lips.

  “Fear,” he said simply.

  Floris tilted his head, intrigued.

  “they know who am I"satsujin sha said,30 days ter you know why.Satsujin sha answered

  Floris’s eyes darkened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Interesting. So, you’ve weaponized their fear. Clever. But fear has a way of turning into desperation, Satsujin. They’ll come for you eventually.”

  Satsujin shrugged, unconcerned. “Let them try.”

  The conversation ended there, but the unease lingered. Floris didn’t press further. Instead, he shifted his focus to the looming event: the Game of Love.

  December 4, 2005 – Morning

  The winter sun hung low in the sky, its weak rays filtering through the frost-covered windows of Mr. A’s study. He sat in his armchair, his face shrouded in shadow, his mind consumed by a single thought.

  I’m going to the Game of Love.

  The words echoed in his head like a drumbeat, each repetition solidifying his resolve. He wasn’t a man who often let his emotions dictate his actions, but this was different. This wasn’t just a game—it was an opportunity.

  His fingers drummed against the armrest as he considered his strategy. He would bring Naki Kun, his girlfriend, into the fold. She was intelligent, resourceful, and, most importantly, utterly loyal. Together, they would face whatever challenges the game presented.

  Mr. A stood, his movements deliberate, and turned to the window. The city stretched out before him, a byrinth of secrets and lies. Somewhere out there, Satsujin Sha was preparing for the same event. The thought brought a small, bitter smile to his lips.

  This will be interesting.

  The venue for the Game of Love was nothing short of extravagant. A sprawling estate on the outskirts of the city, its towering gates adorned with intricate carvings of roses and thorns. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and tension as participants began to arrive.

  Satsujin Sha entered with Aira Kun by his side, her hand lightly resting on his arm. She looked stunning, her bck dress shimmering under the estate’s golden lights. Satsujin, in contrast, exuded his usual air of danger, his sharp suit tailored to perfection and his piercing gaze scanning the room.

  “Are you ready for this?” Aira whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the crowd.

  Satsujin smirked, his eyes gleaming. “Always.”

  On the other side of the room, Mr. A made his entrance with Naki Kun, her fiery red dress a stark contrast to his all-bck ensemble. Naki’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, though her grip on Mr. A’s arm betrayed her nervousness.

  “Is this what you expected?” she asked, her voice low.

  “Not yet,” Mr. A replied, his tone calm. “But it will be.”

  The room was filled with an eclectic mix of people, each participant chosen for reasons known only to the enigmatic organizers of the game. Some were wealthy, others were powerful, and a few, like Satsujin and Mr. A, carried a reputation that preceded them.

  At precisely 8:00 PM, the lights dimmed, and a single spotlight illuminated the stage at the front of the room. A tall, masked figure stepped into the light, their presence commanding.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” the figure began, their voice distorted but elegant. “Welcome to the Game of Love.”

  A murmur rippled through the crowd as the figure continued.

  “This game is not about winning or losing. It’s about discovery. Of yourselves. Of your partners. Of what it means to love—and to betray.”

  The figure paused, letting the weight of their words settle.

  “There will be challenges. Some physical. Some emotional. And some... far more dangerous. But remember: the game only ends when we say it does. Until then, py wisely.”

  As the figure stepped back into the shadows, the room erupted into whispers. Satsujin gnced at Aira, his expression unreadable.

  “What do you think?” she asked, her voice tinged with unease.

  “I think,” Satsujin said slowly, “that this is going to be more interesting than I thought.”

  Across the room, Mr. A watched the crowd with a calcuting gaze. He leaned close to Naki and whispered, “Stay close. We’re not here to make friends.”

  The evening was only beginning, but already the game was in motion. Alliances would be formed, secrets revealed, and bonds tested.

  And as the first challenge loomed, one thing was certain: in the Game of Love, nothing was off-limits.