Yoo Shiro

In a faraway mansion, an older gentleman sat on the armchair.His head full of white hair was combed back and his eyes closed.Beside him sat or rather slouched a younger man in casual clothes.Though his posture showed that he was busy with the games he was playing on his mobile phone, his green eyes were clear and sharp. His straight high nose and thin lips belied his identity as a noble. 

The assistant giving the report, placed the pictures that were sealed in a yellow envelope and stepped back. Neither of the men cared to pick the envelope or even gave an acknowledgement to show that they were listening..

There was an easy silence in the room before the old man sighed,"Where is his body? What did those bastards do with him?Are they still holding his body or have they..discarded him?"