Yamashita Corporation
Main Building – Night
The lights in the executive floor glowed dimly, casting long shadows across the glass walls and polished marble.
Yamashita stood near the wide window of his office, arms folded, his gaze distant.
Behind him, the quiet hum of the city buzzed below.
"…Strange."
He turned slightly.
"He's always been punctual," Yamashita muttered, almost to himself. "Never late. And when he says he's coming… he comes."
One of his senior aides nodded, standing respectfully near the doorway.
"Yes, Mister Yamashita. He's never missed a call or appointment. Not once. Certainly not like this."
Yamashita's brow furrowed.
"Try calling him again."
"We've already tried, sir. Multiple times."
A pause.
"His phone… it's off."
The silence that followed was heavier than before.
"…That's not like him."
Yamashita remained silent for a moment, eyes narrowed as he stared at the polished surface of his desk.
