Nobody will Survive

Chapter 14

"The one who lay there died because of my negligence. He was my biological son, the only child I was fortunate to have in this life. Four years ago, I decided to train him in combat and espionage. Although I taught him, I didn't prepare him thoroughly; there were skills he didn't master. That's what led him to be there.

My work made me many enemies. One night, as I was returning home, I received a call from an unknown number. The caller demanded I travel to Bangkok, Thailand, if I wanted my son alive. Initially, I was shocked by how easily my son had been captured and dismissed the caller as a scammer seeking easy money. I hung up.

Three minutes later, a video was sent to my phone. It was only thirty seconds long but seeing my son brutalized like that—broken as one would snap a stick—devastated me. I vowed to make the perpetrator suffer a horrific death. A minute later, the phone rang again. Shaking with rage, I answered and was met with a disdainful laugh.

"Hinata Haru is a Japanese spy hiding in ordinary life, hahahaha."

"Who are you? What do you want? And how is the young man you've taken hostage connected to this?"

"In life, to manipulate someone, you must first know their weakness. That's what I'm exploiting because if I approached you directly, I wouldn't stand a chance. Remember, two years ago, you conducted the 'Deadline Day' operation in Pakistan. You returned a large sum stolen from the Central Bank of Japan, earning high praise for national security. Few know of this, but I don't care. You killed the mastermind behind the robbery—my own brother. It's true he stole, but murder was unnecessary. For this, I can't forgive you. Decide whether to come within twenty-four hours or risk your son's life," the young man said violently.

"You seem well-informed. How did you uncover my secrets and capture my son so effortlessly?"

"hahaha, old man, as a dangerous spy, your son should have been well-prepared. Yet, he was captured by merely two men at the Hiyori Hotel near Osaka Namba Station while fetching food. Understand, I need you swiftly, old man."

"Okay, I'll be there in the morning."

After hanging up, though it was a grievous insult that my son was kidnapped by just two people, I had to act quickly. At the hotel, I knew they must have taken him outside; it wouldn't have been possible inside such a secure location. I found a security camera with ease and saw that just two men had managed to abduct him. My failure to train him properly was to blame.

I hurried to catch a flight to Bangkok. At the city's edge, I was led to a small castle, shocked at their audacity to kidnap a spy's child. I soon learned that my son had never known about my life; he had booked himself a short-lived existence due to his mistake, for which I could not forgive him.

The sound of a bag thrown before me was startling. Bleeding, I opened it slowly, only to discover my son's body, horribly mutilated. Some began to fear as they saw my reaction; a man like me, unflinchingly witnessing such a scene, was unusual.

"Why did you break our agreement, boy?" I asked him formally.

"hahahaha, with your brains, did you really think I'd leave him alive? I kill them all," he replied, relishing my presence.

"My boy, there's a saying: a promise is a debt. If you make a promise, you must fulfill it, or it becomes a debt you're forced to pay. You've made a grave mistake," I told him.

Before he could respond, I struck, swiftly and lethally. I beheaded him and fed his head to the dogs. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to bury my son. Instead, I preserved his body here, so I could still see him.

I trust I've made myself clear. You must learn from this, be strong, and not die a fool like your predecessor. Now, take five steps forward and leave; I don't want to see you again."

Master Haru spoke angrily, and at that time, Calvin was sweating profusely, frightened by the stories he had heard about these people. He left the building, panting heavily, and decided to retire to his room. He didn't bother to eat or shower.

Five months later, a psychologist from Israel taught Calvin about human personality. He learned to interpret people's thoughts from morning till night, understanding their likes and dislikes.

It was late evening; sitting in the middle of a field he often used for intense training, he uttered a single word: "love." A smile briefly lit his face before it faded, leaving his expression dim.

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