For several seconds after the door closes behind Ryoma, no one in the room moves. The silence that follows his departure feels strangely heavy, as if the air itself has not yet caught up with what just happened.
The men remain standing where they are, staring at the door as though expecting it to open again. Confusion slowly replaces the earlier tension, and quiet murmurs begin to spread through the room.
"What the hell was that?"
"I swear he moved before the shot."
"No one moves that fast."
"I had a clear line of sight," Iuliano mutters defensively, shaking his head as if trying to erase the memory. "He was right there."
Another man scoffs quietly. "Yeah, and somehow he still walked out."
Their voices stay low, uncertain, each of them trying to piece together the impossible moment they had just witnessed. None of them seem to notice that the wounded giant is still lying on the floor.
