Desperation, Judgement, and Departure
Shiro Suzuki's Last Struggle
Humiliated.
Isolated.
Consumed by rage.
Shiro Suzuki refused to accept his fall as final.
Hidden in the shadows of his ruined empire, he poured what remained of his wealth into one goal—revenge.
His hackers worked day and night, combing through digital debris, tracing false leads, decoding planted trails. This time, the trail answered back.
After weeks of digging, a conclusion emerged.
The evidence—carefully manufactured, perfectly timed—pointed toward only two names:
The Kurosaki Family.
The Amamiya Family.
Shiro slammed his fist against the table.
"So it was you… rats tearing at each other while I bleed."
In his desperation, he accepted the conclusion without doubt.
He never once suspected the truth—that the hand guiding his destruction belonged to someone far beyond his reach.
Blinded by hatred, Shiro shifted his fury away from the real enemy and toward the convenient ones.
And in doing so, he sealed his irrelevance.
The Custody Case of Ran Mouri
While Shiro burned in shadows, justice moved quietly elsewhere.
Eri Kisaki stood in court once more.
This time—not as a wife, but as a lawyer.
The case was simple.
And devastating.
She presented the facts without emotion:
• Kogoro Mouri's unstable income
• His dependence on irregular work
• His inability to provide long-term security
The court reviewed the documents.
The verdict followed swiftly.
Custody of Ran Mouri was transferred.
Not to Eri herself—but under her guardianship and protection abroad.
Kogoro Mouri stood frozen as the ruling was read.
For a moment, shame threatened to crush him.
But Eri turned to him.
Her voice was calm. Gentle.
"You'll still see Ran.
Once every few months.
I promise."
Kogoro looked up, stunned.
Then he nodded—slowly, sincerely.
"Take care of her… Eri."
For the first time in years, there was no argument between them.
Only trust.
Departure to France
That same week—
Ran Mouri boarded a plane.
Beside her stood Eri Kisaki, composed and resolute.
France awaited.
A new education.
A safer life.
And a future far from the shadows closing in on Japan.
As the aircraft lifted into the sky, Ran looked out the window one last time.
She didn't cry.
She knew she would return.
But for now—she was protected.
Far away, within the Runcandel sphere of influence, plans continued to unfold.
Enemies blamed each other.
Victims found refuge.
And the true architect remained unseen.
Watching.
Waiting.