Chapter 25
The city lights blurred as Kaito, Reina, and Toshiro sped through the streets. The Ghost General led the way, his black motorcycle cutting through the night.
Their destination—
A hidden safehouse.
Inside waited the man who had faked Kyosei's execution.
The only person who knew the truth.
The Final Player
They reached an abandoned warehouse near the docks. The air smelled of salt and rust.
The Ghost General pushed the door open. Inside, a single lamp flickered over a man tied to a chair.
His face was unfamiliar.
But Kaito knew that look.
A man who had seen too much.
The Ghost General spoke first. "Tell them."
The man coughed. "You think killing Kyosei would end this?" He gave a bitter laugh. "Kyosei isn't the mastermind."
Kaito stiffened. "What?"
The man smirked, his lips cracked and bloody.
"The real boss is already dead."
The Puppet and the Puppeteer
Kaito's breath caught.
Kyosei… was never in control.
Then who was pulling the strings?
The man's voice dropped to a whisper.
"The same people who sent that gunman after you."
Toshiro swore. Reina's grip on her knife tightened.
The Ghost General exhaled. "I had my suspicions."
Kaito stepped closer. "Who are they?"
The man coughed again, weaker this time. "A shadow network. They control crime, law enforcement, politics—everything." He smiled darkly. "Kyosei was a pawn. A distraction."
Kaito's hands clenched. "Then why let him live?"
The man's eyes darkened.
"Because he's the only one who can take them down."
A Choice That Changes Everything
The weight of the truth sank in.
Kyosei was no longer just a target.
He was the key.
Kaito exchanged a look with Reina and Toshiro. The Ghost General waited, silent as ever.
Then Kaito nodded.
"We find Kyosei."
Reina smirked. "And we finish this."
The Ghost General gave a rare smile.
"Then let's end the game."
Epilogue: The Hunt Continues
Days later, a figure sat in the shadows of a high-rise office.
A sleek phone buzzed on the desk.
"They found out," a distorted voice said.
The figure chuckled, swirling a glass of whiskey.
"Good."
They took a slow sip, eyes gleaming in the darkness.
"Let them come."
The game wasn't over.
It was just beginning.
THE END.