The Murder of The Crow base camp was a spacious, dimly lit room, its concrete walls adorned with old posters and graffiti.
A single large table dominated the center, cluttered with snacks, drinks, and a few stray weapons.
The air carried a faint smell of smoke and leather, mixing with the sound of muted chatter and the occasional clink of bottles.
Haruto sat across from Enji, the two of them lounging on mismatched chairs near a flickering lamp that cast long shadows on the walls.
In the middle of their conversation, Haruto's ears caught Kikuchi's commanding voice cutting through the ambient noise.
He glanced over to see Kikuchi addressing two gang members he hadn't met before.
"Remember to get at least 20% of what he borrows," Kikuchi ordered, his tone cold and unyielding.
His sharp eyes fixed on the two men like a predator sizing up prey. "That man owes Shohei a lot of money, and he's starting to lose patience."