A man with wide shoulders and dressed in an immaculate suit stepped out of a black sedan parked on the side of the road. He was flanked by two other men in similar attire, though they were much bigger in stature.
The neon lights lit up the street where drunk people stumbled out of bars and onto the sidewalk. Just a cursory glance around the place and one would find many things not suitable for those underage.
"It's in here sir." One of the large men gestured, pointing to a smoky bar not far away.
"Mmm, let's go."
The figure walked towards the bar behind his entourage who ensured none of the drunkards got too close to their boss.
Upon entering, music was playing loudly as scantily dressed females walked around the place, serving drunk men. Every now and then the sound of bum's being slapped by the patrons could be heard.
"W-What can I do for you sir?"
Seeing the two large men alongside an important looking figure, the security guard stammered. He could tell that these people were not the kind who would visit their establishment without a reason.
"I'm looking for a woman." The man's deep voice rang out, his tone commanding.
"A-Ah… What type of woman sir? We have plenty."
One of the large men pulled out a photo, which depicted a young woman with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes.
The security guard looked a bit troubled as he tried to match the face to one of the girls in the establishment.
"Forgive me sir, I'm not sure we have a woman like this here." He replied, feeling a little nervous.
"Her name is Sachiko Koga, she's in her 40's."
A look of realization quickly crept onto the man's features after hearing the name. It seemed that the photo was quite an old one, causing him to not recognize her straight away.
"This way please sir."
With that, the security guard led them to one of the private rooms at the back of the establishment. Without any fanfare, he split the curtains and revealed a man and woman who were sitting cosily.
The woman was wearing a low cut top, displaying her assets proudly as she poured a drink. Judging by her actions, it was clear she had also been drinking.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
The man who was on cloud nine earlier suddenly stood up after having his privacy disturbed. He was about to continue his tirade but suddenly saw the 2 large men and the well dressed figure behind the security guard.
He gulped, forcing down his anger.
"Apologies sir, allow me to move you to another private room." The security guard said before tactfully leaving the scene.
After the two left, Sachiko sent an angry gaze to the two large men.
"Tch, you're ruining my business here." She said, slurring her words.
Yet as her gaze moved to the well dressed man at the back, her eyes suddenly widened.
"T-Tatsu?"
At first her face was filled with longing and happiness, yet it quickly turned sour as tears began to pour down her face.
"How could you leave me… Tatsu you bastard!"
She threw herself at the man, pounding her fists upon his chest in a fit of anger as she buried her head into him.
If it wasn't for the man waving off his security detail, she would have been quickly captured, or worse.
Tetsuhiro's expression was cold as he waited for the woman to calm down. To him, this was the person who hid his nephew from him for the past 17 years.
If it wasn't for the fact he'd seen Daichi's resemblance to his late brother, he may never have known about him.
"Take a seat Sachiko." He said with a deep voice.
Hearing her name, Sachiko seemingly snapped out of her haze. She lifted her head and looked at the man with shock.
"You're not Tatsu… Who are you?"
Even in her drunken state, she could still remember the sound of his voice, and realize that this was not the man she had fallen in love with.
"Take a seat."
Hearing the tone that left no room for rebuttal, Sachiko did as she was told and sat down at the private table.
Without being asked, the entourage walked outside the room and closed the curtains, leaving only the two of them remaining.
Tetsuhiro sat down beside the woman and looked her in the eyes, his gaze cold and unfeeling. He had perfected reigning in his emotions throughout years in the cutthroat business world.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked simply.
Sachiko felt a shiver run down her spine subconsciously. The man in front of her shared similar features to her late husband, yet he was lacking the warmth and love that she had remembered.
"Are you Tatsu's brother?"
"Mmm." Tetsuhiro nodded. The fact that this woman could guess as much would make this easier for him.
"Now, perhaps the better question is, do you know why I'm here?"
Sachiko gulped, her body shivering with fear.
"N-No…"
"Tsk tsk." Tetsuhiro clicked his tongue, a flash of annoyance creeping onto his cold features.
He straightened up his tie before continuing.
"Your son… My nephew. You hid him from us, making me believe that my brother's lineage had died off. You committed this grave act against me and dare to feign ignorance?"
Tetsuhiro's volume remained the same, yet one could feel the wrath behind his tone.
If Sachiko was still feeling tipsy before, she no longer was now. She felt a genuine threat to her life as the cold man stared at her.
"I—I'm sorry… Tatsu died before our son was born. I didn't know what to do since he cut off contact with you all." Her face was full of panic as she tried to defend her actions.
"So why did I find out that Daichi was adopted by another family?"
Hearing her son's name, Sachiko's face twisted in a mix of emotions. Pain, sadness and even a hint of viciousness.