The call had come unexpectedly, but it was not the first time that whispers of the past had reached him. Laga sat alone in his modest apartment overlooking the city skyline, the night quiet except for the soft hum of distant traffic.
His mind raced as he replayed the words in his head: "Your past is catching up."
Who could it be? A ghost from his military days? One of the powerful disciples? Or someone from the family he kept hidden?
His hand brushed over the worn photo on his desk—a picture of a young Laga with his parents, a reminder of a life far away from this city, far from this disguise.
The night had taught him one lesson: no matter how deeply you hide, the past always finds a way to catch up.
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The next morning, Laga entered the company's glass doors with the usual calm facade, but inside, a storm brewed. Mara greeted him with a cautious look.
"Something happened?" she asked quietly as they settled in the small conference room.
Laga nodded, showing her the phone. "A warning."
Mara's eyes narrowed. "From who?"
"That, I don't know yet."
They both understood the weight of the message. It was a signal—a threat or a reminder—that his hidden life could unravel anytime.
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Meanwhile, the city's elite were already stirring. Kian, unaware of the call, moved through his office with sharp focus. His loyalty to Laga was unshakable, but the cracks in the facade were growing.
Rumors whispered in dark corners about a man with many faces, a legend who was more than a fighter, a leader whose name was both feared and unknown.
And at the heart of it all stood Laga—Sanda—the man who had everything but showed nothing.
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As the day wore on, Laga found himself pulled into meetings, financial reports, and strategic plans. But his thoughts drifted to the granddaughter—her laughter, her kindness. She trusted him, unaware of the storm gathering around them.
He wondered if she would still trust him when the truth came out. Would she accept the man behind the mask?
The questions lingered, unanswered, as shadows deepened around his carefully built world.
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That evening, as Laga returned home, he found a sealed envelope slipped under his door. No name. No address. Just a single sentence inside:
"They are watching."
A chill ran down his spine. The game was no longer hidden.
He folded the note, staring into the dark night beyond his window, knowing that whatever was coming would change everything.