Shin and his brother Suho stood alone in the darkness of the main hall.
Suho Kageyama was a towering man—he had the build of an iron pillar and looked far more weathered than Shin. If anyone claimed Shin was the elder, it would spark heated disbelief.
Shin looked nothing like an elder brother. Beyond keeping his beard cleanly shaven, he possessed a slender frame, sharp features, and cropped hair that trapped him in perpetual youth.
He pierced his brother's eyes with his stare.
"What are you doing, Suho?"
The Patriarch's eyes narrowed like steel.
"After all this time, we finally have you back. What's going on? Why would you abandon us—for an adopted child, no less?"
Shin's expression darkened.
"Mind your words, Suho. That adopted child consumed fifteen years of my life. He is my child—my firstborn."
Suho's lips twisted into a smirk.
"Technically not, brother. You know that..."
