For the next few days, the taunts from Saito became relentless, each one pushing Fuyuhiko closer to the edge. His frustration turned into aggression, lashing out not only at the hostages he interrogated but even at his own men. His short temper and harsh words became a constant presence, and everyone around him treaded lightly, sensing the growing storm.

Hannah, meanwhile, was growing more suspicious by the day. She could see the shift in Fuyuhiko's behaviour, the sharpness in his tone, the way he barely spoke when they were alone, the intensity in his eyes that wasn't there before. He was hiding something, something that had been gnawing at him for days, and she was certain it had something to do with her.

One afternoon Fuyuhiko sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming restlessly on the wood as he discussed security measures with Peko. The tension in the room was palpable, especially after the recent threats from Saito. They were on high alert, knowing that Saito was still out there, lurking, waiting for his moment.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted their conversation. One of the servants entered the room, holding a small package in her hands. She walked over to the desk, setting it down delicately before quickly excusing herself.

Fuyuhiko's gaze followed her as she left, a sinking feeling beginning to settle in his gut. He exchanged a glance with Peko, whose expression mirrored his concern. Her hand instinctively rested on the hilt of her sword, always ready to protect him and their clan.

"Be careful." Peko said, her tone firm yet soft. She knew how dangerous the situation was becoming.

Fuyuhiko nodded, his jaw clenched as he reached for the package. His fingers trembled slightly as he began to tear open the brown wrapping, his heart pounding in his chest. Something about this felt wrong, like another one of Saito's twisted games.

As soon as he pulled back the wrapping and revealed the contents, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened as a stack of photographs spilled out onto the desk. He didn't even have to pick them up to understand what they were, he could already see Hannah's face, captured in different moments, all unaware.

The first few photos showed her leaving school, her face turned in a soft, oblivious smile as she walked through the gates, completely unaware of the camera following her. Then the next few were worse, taken inside the Kuzuryu manor itself. The thought made Fuyuhiko's blood run cold. Hannah, in her room, vulnerable and unaware, captured as she moved around, innocently preparing for bed or sitting by her window.

Peko stiffened beside him, her gaze narrowing as she leaned over to examine the photos. "How... how did they get into the manor?" she muttered, her voice dark with fury. The Kuzuryu manor was supposed to be impenetrable, guarded by the best security and men Fuyuhiko could trust.

But here was the evidence of just how close Saito's men had gotten. The photos of Hannah in her private space were intimate, invasive, and they made Fuyuhiko's stomach churn with rage.

"This is bad, young master." Peko said quietly, her voice tense as she watched him. "They've breached the manor. If they could get this close to her without us knowing..."

Fuyuhiko slammed his fist against the desk, the sudden outburst causing the photos to scatter across the surface. His face twisted with fury, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. The idea that Hannah, the girl he had sworn to protect, had been watched like this; stalked, violated, was driving him mad.

"They're trying to mess with me." Fuyuhiko growled, his voice thick with anger. "Saito's playing his sick game, and he's using her to get to me."

His thoughts were racing as he imagined Saito's men sneaking into the manor, possibly watching Hannah for days, weeks, who knew how long? He couldn't shake the image of her in those photos, so innocent, so unaware of the danger lurking just out of sight. And now, Saito was flaunting that invasion, using it to push Fuyuhiko's buttons, knowing exactly how to strike him where it hurt.

"We need to increase security around her." Peko suggested, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "There's no telling how far Saito will go."

Fuyuhiko nodded but couldn't shake the growing storm of frustration and guilt gnawing at him. He had promised to keep Hannah safe, and now, it seemed Saito was slipping through the cracks of their defenses, taunting him with how close he had already come.

"I need to make this stop." Fuyuhiko muttered under his breath, standing up abruptly from his chair. "I won't let him keep doing this to her. She can't- she can't find out."

Peko looked at him carefully. "What do you mean?"

"She doesn't need to know about the photos." Fuyuhiko said, pacing now. "She doesn't know about any of this- Saito, or the Morioka clan! If she finds out, she'll lose it. She's already been through enough after the abduction. I can't put her through more."

Peko nodded in understanding. "Then we'll make sure she never sees them. But we need to act fast, Fuyuhiko. Saito's been planning this for too long. We need to take the fight to him."

Fuyuhiko stopped pacing, his eyes blazing with determination. "We will. I'm going to make sure that bastard regrets ever setting his sights on her. He's not going to get another chance."

His hands curled into fists as he looked back down at the scattered photos of Hannah, his protective instincts roaring inside him. He would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even if it meant hunting Saito down himself.

Peko's usually calm and calculating demeanor faltered as she flipped through the photos, searching for any clue that might reveal the whereabouts of Saito's men. Her focus was sharp, but then her fingers paused as she came across a more recent photo.

Her eyes widened slightly in shock.

It was a picture of Hannah, clearly taken through the window of her new room in the Kuzuryu manor. She was mid-change, caught in a moment of vulnerability, wearing only a bra and loose joggers. What made the image worse, what turned Peko's stomach, was that Hannah's torso was still covered in bandages and bruises, remnants of the torture she had endured just days before.

Peko could see the exhaustion etched on Hannah's face, her body showing signs of weariness as she dressed, completely unaware of the violation happening right outside her window.

"This..." Peko whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and disgust. She gripped the edge of the photo tightly before looking up at Fuyuhiko, who was pacing the room, still fuming from the previous revelations. She didn't want to show him this, he was already on the edge, but he needed to see it.

"Young master." she called, her voice unusually tense.

Fuyuhiko stopped pacing and turned toward her, noticing the shift in Peko's usually composed expression. He walked over to her, his eyes narrowing as he saw the way she held the photo, her knuckles white.

"What is it?" he asked, though there was a gnawing pit in his stomach that told him he didn't want to know.

Peko silently handed him the photograph.

Fuyuhiko's breath hitched as his eyes fell on the image. His vision went red with fury. It wasn't just another invasive photo of Hannah, this was worse. Far worse. The bastards had taken a picture of her, battered and bruised, in one of her most private, defenseless moments. The sight of her bandaged torso, barely clothed, drove him into a rage he could hardly contain.

"They were... right outside her window." Peko muttered, her voice low with disgust. "This was taken inside the manor. Recently."

Fuyuhiko's grip tightened around the photo until it crinkled at the edges, his teeth grinding together as he fought the surge of violent anger building inside him. He wanted to kill whoever had taken this- no, he needed to kill them. This was beyond taunting now; this was a violation on a level that pushed him to the brink of madness.

"They've been watching her... even after the attack." Fuyuhiko growled, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. "They're still getting that close to her. Right under our noses."

Peko nodded grimly. "This isn't just an abduction attempt anymore. Saito's men are actively stalking her, waiting for another opportunity. We need to reinforce her security now."

Fuyuhiko slammed the photo onto the desk, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm not just going to sit back and wait for them to make a move. I'm done with playing defense. We're going after Saito, now."

Peko nodded in agreement. "But first, we need to get to the bottom of how they're getting so close to her without detection. Someone might be tipping them off."

Fuyuhiko didn't want to think about a traitor in the ranks, but Peko was right. It was the only way this made sense. Their security should've been airtight. Someone had to be feeding the Morioka clan information. And now that he knew Hannah was still being watched, there was no time to waste.

He looked up at Peko, his face set with grim determination. "Start interrogating everyone. I don't care who it is- if anyone's even remotely suspicious, we need to know."

Peko's eyes flickered with cold determination. "Consider it done."

As Peko stood up, ready to mobilize their men, Fuyuhiko glanced down at the photos once more, his hands still trembling with fury. His mind kept replaying the image of Hannah, vulnerable, hurt, and unaware that she was being stalked like prey. He couldn't let this continue. He wouldn't.

If Saito wanted a war, Fuyuhiko was more than willing to give him one.