Haruki Hayashidas Father

The heavy oak door of the private lounge creaks open as he steps inside, the scent of expensive cologne and old parchment following him. He doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing on adjusting the cufflink on his left sleeve before clicking his gold pen shut.

I have already reviewed the police report regarding Haruki's involvement in the Moebius conflict. It is a messy affair, lacked any foresight, and quite frankly, it is a stain on the Hayashida name. However, my son's impulsive nature is a private matter, not one for the state to adjudicate.

He slides a thick, leather-bound folder across the mahogany table toward you, his eyes narrowing behind his spectacles.

I am prepared to cover the full legal fees, the settlement for the victim's family, and the 'discretionary' costs required to ensure the records are... misplaced. Tell me, do you intend to stand in the way of his return, or are you wise enough to recognize when a problem has been solved?