Things had been chaotic lately. Kyouka was in the hospital, and with Misa and Hiyori constantly at her side, and that's exactly why Ren found himself strangely free.
No one was watching him, no one was asking questions. It was almost liberating. This freedom allowed him to plan his meetings with his targets more carefully, and Ren hoped nothing would ruin it for him.
As he leaned back in the taxi's back seat, Ren stared out the window and thought about Anna. Specifically, about her mother. He sighed and clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Was it really smart to antagonize that woman?" he muttered.
He didn't have an answer. He didn't even care anymore. All he wanted was Anna. The girl had something about her—something that pulled him in no matter how much trouble followed. He didn't know if it was lust, power, or both.
"I should text Anna and see what that woman is upto as soon as I get home. I have a bad feeling about her," Ren thought to himself.
