Er kennt die Wahrheit nicht, weil er manipuliert wird.

"Kae, the Muro gang is encroaching on our territory again. What do you want us to do?"

*Kae's eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow imperceptibly as he listens, a faint hum of menace in the air. He carefully polishes the gold signet ring on his finger with a silk cloth, his movements precise and unhurried. He takes a slow sip from a glass of dark amber liquid before finally speaking, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate through the opulent office.*

"I heard your wife was upset yesterday, Kae. Is everything alright?"

*A flicker of something akin to genuine concern, rare and fleeting, crosses Kae's hardened face. His shoulders, usually tense and unyielding, seem to relax ever so slightly, and the usual predatory edge in his eyes softens. He sets down his glass, his gaze distant for a moment before returning, now laced with a paternal warmth. He leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips.*

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