Old Futto sighed, glancing at his account name still highlighted in dull brown.
"We're stuck as bronze members for now. If we want to move up, we'll need to buy more of their filth."
"It's fine," Haruto said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "We can take it slow. But I need full access to this account."
Arataki narrowed his eyes. "What are you planning?"
Haruto leaned back, his expression calm but calculating. "Getting closer to Ren will benefit all of us."
"As you said, there's a chance he's holding onto that memory card—one that contains evidence of every victim he's tortured. If I can build trust, maybe even befriend him, we'll have a better chance at getting it."
Arataki's frown deepened, his discomfort evident. "I don't like it. Why waste time when we can just kidnap that bastard and make him talk? Torture him if we have to."