"Is there… my sister there?"
Arataki's voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the sharpness in his eyes could cut steel.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body trembling with restrained fury.
Old Futto glanced at the screen, scanning through the grotesque thumbnails. "Hm… the woman in the picture you showed me? No, she's not here. But…" His voice trailed off, heavy with hesitation.
"I haven't purchased all the videos yet."
Arataki's jaw tightened as he leaned forward, his knuckles whitening.
"Can you ask for her name? You remember her name, right?"
His voice cracked with impatience, barely containing the storm brewing inside him.
Haruto, despite his own turbulent emotions, placed a steadying hand on Arataki's shoulder.
"If you ask for her name outright, wouldn't that seem suspicious?"