That afternoon, Ronin finally breaks its silence, attempting to steer the public narrative as carefully as possible, this time without Ryoma's presence to absorb the attention.
It is not easy. The questions keep coming, often deliberately provocative, demanding patience and considerable mental endurance.
What was supposed to be a short afternoon of damage control stretches into hours of questions and accusations.
And by the time Nakahara finally reaches his apartment, the sun has completely disappeared below the horizon.
"I swear, this whole damn situation is going to drive me insane."
Kenta lets out a quiet laugh from behind the wheel as he brings the van to a stop in front of the apartment building.
"Maybe you should stop saying that so often. Someone might actually take you seriously."
