**[FALCON GUILD]**
**Hand over your little trump card within the next twenty-four hours, and we will not find it necessary to eradicate your guild's existence from this world.**
**The choice is yours. We would prefer to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, but our patience has limits.**
**Signed: Yuki Nakamura**
Master Sung remained frozen in place, the letter trembling slightly in his hands. For fleeting seconds, he stood motionless, his mind struggling to process the implications of what he had just read.
Yuki Nakamura. A name he recognized instantly. A name that belonged to someone he hadn't met in over fifteen years, someone who had the same blood as him.
Minutes passed as Master Sung stood there, lost in inner puzzlement. The letter remained clutched in his hands. But eventually, slowly, a smile began to spread across his face.
