Everyone was worried about Akiro's sudden departure. Renz, unsettled by the abruptness, immediately called Manager Brandon to inform him that Akiro had left in the car—alone. It was dangerous. He was too recognizable, too vulnerable in public without protection. For someone as well-known as him, going out without a driver or bodyguard wasn't just reckless—it was risky. Even Stephen, who was supposed to be absorbed in work, found himself unable to focus. His phone sat beside his keyboard, lighting up every few seconds as he refreshed group messages. Across the flat, the others lingered near windows and doors, waiting for movement, for news, for something. Time crawled. It had been more than an hour. Then a call came in—Renz. "Joshua," his voice was tight, almost breathless. "Akiro was h

