"Attention passengers, our next stop is approaching"

The announcement snapped Makoto out of his daydream. He had been all kinds of anxious to finally return home after three years of traveling the world. He had seen too much too soon, and recently spent as much time as possible in his bubble as he could lately. Being home would bring back the happiest memories he'd had in years, but it would also tainted by his pain-in-the-ass father.

A traditionalist hardass by many standards, he ruled over many aspects of Makoto's life with an iron fist. His training, education, and lifestyle had all been 90% decided by his father, even the last 10% of decisions he made required his fathers approval.

Thanks to that he had never even learned how to properly masturbate. Shitty old man

Getting off the train, Makoto observed no fancy car or suspicious man anywhere in the vicinity, which meant his father either allowed him to make the rest of the way home on his own or couldn't be bothered to spare anyone to pick him up. Either way, he'd kill a few hours enjoying the sights of his hometown while he still could before his father found a new and exciting way to ruin his life.

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He was glad to see most of the old things he liked about his hometown still around and many new things to enjoy. He played at an arcade, window shopped a supermarket, got himself a Buckstar coffee, and enjoyed the fresher air you couldn't get in an urban metropolis.

His phone started vibrating, it was 4 P.M., checking it 

"I'm ready for you, get over here"

All good things must come to an end

He was only a mile away from home.

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Makoto walked through the street leading to his family home; it was quiet and had few people around. He saw the old house and walked by the driveway. 

Knock Knock

"Doors open"

The entrance and living room hadn't changed in 3 years. He could sense only his fathers presence, which meant this mission would highly covert, nobody else knew about it. The old man was seated in his business loft.

"Well, let's get this over with"

He entered the loft and saw him.

Ogami Shintaro, 45, current head of Japans Ogami House. His appearance belied his age; he could pass for thirty if he didn't have so many gray spots.