The V-tuber Who Became Obsessed With Me

Chapter 95: How she became raina part 1

( this Chapter is told from raina’s pov)

I couldn’t move.

The sound of the gunshot still echoed inside my head long after the warehouse had fallen silent.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

For one impossible moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen around Tengu’s body.

His eyes remained open, staring at nothing.

Blood spread steadily across the cold concrete beneath him.

Then Ojiisan rose to his feet.

Not hurriedly.

Not triumphantly.

Simply... as though the meeting had reached its natural conclusion.

He brushed an invisible speck of dust from the sleeve of his immaculate suit before turning to one of the mercenaries.

"Clean up this mess."

the man nodded immediately.

" sure thing boss "

Ojiisan’s expression never changed.

"Leave no witnesses."

My heart stopped.

I knew exactly what those words meant.

"W-What...?"

I stumbled forward before rough hands caught my arm.

"No..."

My voice cracked.

"No! Grandpa, you can’t!"

He looked at me without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Relax."

His eyes drifted briefly toward Ethan.

"They won’t touch your precious boyfriend."

The words should have relieved me.

Instead, dread settled deeper into my chest.

Because he had only mentioned Ethan.

Not Malcolm.

Not Kuro.

Not anyone else.

"Bring her."

The mercenary tightened his grip.

I struggled instinctively.

"No!"

I twisted with everything I had, but trying to escape him felt like wrestling a steel machine.

"Ethan!"

I looked back desperately.

He hadn’t moved.

He was still staring at the growing pool of blood, his face completely drained of color.

His eyes...

They weren’t focused on Tengu anymore.

They weren’t focused on anything.

Several feet away stood Kuro.

The bunny mask dangled loosely from one hand.

And he didn’t look like the mysterious mastermind behind X-Reveals.

He looked like a broken young man whose entire world had just collapsed.

"ETHAN!"

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even turn.

Something inside me shattered.

The mercenary dragged me toward the warehouse exit.

Past Malcolm.

Past Kuro.

Past Ethan.

I kept screaming his name until my throat burned raw, but none of them seemed capable of hearing me anymore.

Or maybe...

They had already lost too much to hear anyone.

The cold night air struck my face the moment we stepped outside.

A black sedan waited beside the warehouse.

Its rear door opened.

Without ceremony, I was pushed inside.

Moments later, Ojiisan entered from the opposite side, adjusting his cuffs before settling comfortably into the leather seat.

"Drive."

"Hai."

The engine hummed softly as we pulled away from the warehouse.

The silence inside the car felt heavier than the gunshot.

Streetlights slid across the windows in ribbons of gold while the industrial district slowly disappeared behind us.

Neither of us spoke.

Neither of us needed to.

Only after several minutes passed did I finally force myself to ask the question consuming my thoughts.

"What’s going to happen to everyone back there?"

Ojiisan gave a quiet chuckle.

"Don’t pretend you care about everyone."

His gaze never left the road ahead.

"You only care about Ethan."

I lowered my eyes.

"Then what will happen to Ethan?"

"My men will return him home."

I frowned.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

A brief silence followed before his tone hardened almost imperceptibly.

"Assuming he keeps his mouth shut."

He finally looked at me.

"And you’re going to make sure he does."

"I understand."

My voice barely existed anymore.

Another question surfaced almost immediately.

"What about Malcolm?"

"The brother of Felix?"

"Yes."

"We found his wife."

I looked up sharply.

"You found Rhonda .."

"She was being held in another room."

He spoke with the same detached calm he always did .

"I imagine reuniting them will give him every reason to forget tonight."

Forget?

How could anyone forget tonight?

I swallowed the question before it escaped.

"...And Kuro?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ojiisan’s lips.

"Kurosawa will surrender himself."

I blinked.

"And why would he do that?"

"Because he has no alternative."

He unlocked his phone and handed it to me.

The video began playing.

The warehouse.

The confrontation.

The same moment.

Only...

It wasn’t the same.

My breathing stopped.

In the recording...

Kuro stood over Tengu’s body holding the smoking pistol.

Tengu collapsed.

Everyone recoiled.

There was no sign of Ojiisan ever touching a weapon.

No evidence.

No contradiction.

No flaw.

It looked completely authentic.

I stared at the screen in horror.

"If... if I hadn’t been there...I would have believed it ."

He nodded.

"Exactly , it seems technology has come a long way since my time " he chuckled

My fingers tightened around the phone.

"You planned this..."

"It was always the plan."

His expression remained unreadable.

"The livestream complicated the schedule."

He took the phone back.

"It did not change the outcome."

I felt cold all over.

From the moment he’d learned about the livestream...

He hadn’t been trying to stop Kuro.

He had simply rewritten reality.

He understood something terrifying.

People trusted what they could see more than words

And whoever controlled the recording...

Controlled the truth.

"People only believe what the camera tells them."

His quiet words lingered in the silence.

For the first time...

I truly understood why everyone feared Katsuro Arashigumi.

Hours passed before I realized how far we’d driven.

The city lights gradually disappeared behind us.

Darkness swallowed the highway.

Then, beyond the windshield...

The ocean appeared.

Moonlight shimmered across endless waves, turning the water into liquid silver.

Everything looked peaceful.

As though the world had no idea someone had died only a few hours earlier.

The sedan turned through a pair of wrought-iron gates.

A winding driveway climbed toward a modern villa overlooking the sea.

Glass walls reflected the moonlight.

Soft interior lights glowed warmly against the night.

A swimming pool curved around one side of the house like polished sapphire.

Beautiful.

Elegant.

Lifeless.

It didn’t feel like a home.

It felt like another prison wearing expensive clothes.

The car stopped.

One of grandpa’s me opened my door.

"Ojou-sama."

I stepped out quietly.

Ojiisan walked ahead without waiting.

The front doors opened before we reached them.

Several staff members bowed deeply.

"Welcome home, Arashigumi-sama."

He acknowledged them with the slightest nod.

I followed him inside.

Everything gleamed.

White marble floors.

Modern paintings.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.

Somewhere deeper in the house, gentle piano music drifted through hidden speakers.

Luxury filled every corner.

Warmth filled none

Ofcourse he had a secret mansion in Harrington, I’m not even surprised anymore

Halfway up the staircase, Ojiisan stopped.

Without turning around, he spoke.

"Go take a shower."

His voice contained neither kindness nor anger.

Only instruction.

"You’ve had a difficult evening."

I wanted answers.

About Ethan.

About Malcolm.

About Kuro.

About whether any of this could still be undone.

Instead...

"...Okay."

I climbed the remaining stairs alone.

The guest bedroom overlooked the sea.

Moonlight spilled through the enormous windows, painting pale ribbons across the wooden floor.

I closed the door behind me.

The silence hit immediately.

My legs finally gave out.

I sat heavily on the edge of the bed and stared at my trembling hands.

No matter how tightly I clenched them...

They wouldn’t stop shaking.

"Oh... my God..."

The whisper barely escaped.

Everything replayed inside my mind.

The warehouse.

The livestream.

Tengu falling.

But none of those memories hurt as much as Ethan’s face.

The way he’d looked at me...

Not with anger.

Not with hatred.

With confusion.

Like he no longer recognized the girl standing in front of him.

That hurt more than the kidnapping.

More than the ropes.

More than the screaming.

Slowly, I reached for my phone.

It took three attempts before my shaking fingers finally unlocked it.

I tapped Ethan’s contact.

The line rang once.

Then an automated voice answered.

"The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable..."

I ended the call.

Maybe there was no signal.

Maybe his battery had died.

I tried again.

The same message.

I closed my eyes.

"...Please..."

The room answered with silence.

Outside, waves crashed gently against the shore.

Inside...

I had never felt so completely alone.

Without warning...

My thoughts drifted backward.

Back to Japan.

Back to the first week after I left college.

Back to the day I finally understood what kind of man my grandfather truly was.

At first...

Japan hadn’t felt like a prison.

It had felt like salvation.

Everything after college had become unbearable.

Every familiar street reminded me of Felix.

Every quiet moment reminded me of Himari Ishigami.

So when Ojiisan invited me to stay with him for a while...

I accepted.

I told myself I needed distance.

A fresh start.

The Arashigumi estate looked like something from an old painting.

Traditional wooden buildings overlooked perfectly trimmed gardens.

Cherry blossoms floated through the air each morning like pink snow.

Koi fish glided lazily beneath elegant bridges.

For a few short days...

I almost convinced myself I could heal there.

Until one afternoon.

I returned from exploring the city and crossed the gardens toward the main house.

That’s when I heard it.

Someone screaming.

Not loudly.

The voice sounded exhausted.

As though the man had already spent hours begging for mercy.

Curiosity pulled me toward the sound before reason could stop me.

The cries led behind one of the older buildings.

I rounded the corner.

And froze.