Nerves seize Hanzo, compelling him to rise from the sofa and stride purposefully to the corner bar. Restlessness consumes him; he feels as though he might combust if he remains seated any longer.
He pours himself a stiff drink, swiftly downing it in one swallow. The harsh liquid scorches his throat as Eman continues to track the whereabouts of the missing NSX. "Ferlins is manipulating everything, controlling the outcome," Hanzo asserts, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination. "Remember, he is the house, and the house always prevails."
Silence hangs in the air, uncomfortable and heavy. While those around him may not fully comprehend the magnitude of the situation or the imminent danger they face, Hanzo does. He carries the weight of that knowledge and refuses to rest
