Then Ahar smiled and, with a teasing tone, said, "Who knows? Who would've thought? Someone came here to kill me, but now he's the one about to be killed by me. So tell me what should I do? Should I kill you, or should I let you go?" He leaned closer, his smirk darkening. "I think I should kill you…but not now. I'm not in the mood to take a life today. I'll kill you later."
With that, he chained Kashish's hands to the chair and stepped out of the room, leaving him behind.
Kashish struggled to free himself from the chains, but he failed again and again.
Meanwhile, Ahar went to meet his foster father. Without hesitation, he said, "From now on, I'm not going to kill anyone. Forget about that contract. And tell your client if he ever thinks about killing that person, no matter what, no matter how I will make him suffer."
His foster father was shocked to see that fiery confidence burning in Ahar's eyes so different from the obedient son he had always known. Surprised, he softened his tone and asked politely, "What happened? Why are you talking like this? You've never spoken this way before. Do you… know that person?"
Ahar drew in a breath, his gaze steady. "Yes," he replied firmly. "I know him. I like him… No," his voice grew quieter, but stronger with conviction, "I love him."
Hearing Ahar's words, his foster father was even more surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, "You have no idea how powerful they are. If you don't kill them, someone else will. There's only one way to protect the person you care about go and eliminate anyone who wants to harm him. In our world, there's no other way to keep your loved one safe."
"You're right," Ahar replied, his voice calm but sincere. "Thanks… I never thought you would accept my feelings so quickly."
His foster father smiled gently. "I know you very well. If you care for someone, nothing can make you leave him. So it doesn't matter whether I like it or not. You are my son, and I accept whoever you love."
The next morning, when Kashish woke up, he found himself lying on a bed. The chains were gone he was free to move, free to walk. For a moment, hope flickered in his chest. Maybe he could escape.
He searched the house and soon realized something strange. There were no doors. No windows. No way out at all. His heart pounded as he ran from wall to wall, desperately looking for an exit.
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed through the hidden speakers. It was Ahar.
"You can't leave this house," his voice said calmly. "I didn't chain you this time, but you're still under my arrest. This place has no doors, no escape. Don't waste your time or your strength."
Ahar's voice continued from the hidden mic, calm but heavy with meaning.
"I know you're confused. Let me explain. I told you earlier I got a contract to kill you. But I don't want that. I won't."
There was a pause, a faint breath on the other end, then his voice grew sharper, almost protective.