Tokyo, Shinjuku.
The top floor of the Iwasaki Group building.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed sunlight to illuminate the hall.
Soft sofas were arranged in a circle, surrounding a table.
Tea was steeping on it, with six teacups set out.
Apart from Iwasaki Yizo, five other elderly men were seated here.
One of them was of a massive build, faintly revealing the majestic presence of his youth.
Now, however, he needed a walking stick for daily outings to prevent falls.
BEEP BEEP. The sound of the landline phone broke the silence of the reception room.
Iwasaki Yizo answered and put it on speaker. "How's the situation at the mansion?"
Tamagawa Takeshi, on the other end of the line, sounded nervous and said in a low voice, "Mr. Iwasaki, I regret to inform you of some distressing news. Your grandson and the others have been murdered.
"Not a single person or dog was left alive in the entire mansion.
