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Velastra Morning Post
April 8 | 07:45 AM | Staff Report
SON OF PROMINENT BUSINESS TYCOON FOUND DEAD ON PRIVATE YACHT
Velastra Bay, Velastra — The city woke to shockwaves this morning as police confirmed the discovery of Daichi Nakamura, heir to the Nakamura Conglomerate, found dead aboard his private yacht moored off the northern docks.
Authorities were alerted by a marina staffer who noticed the vessel adrift, its lights still on well past docking curfew. Upon boarding, investigators discovered Nakamura’s body in the main cabin, slouched against the wall with a clean incision across his forehead—where the word “BITCH” had been carved in shallow but unmistakable letters.
The yacht showed no signs of forced entry, and preliminary forensics indicate the death occurred sometime during the early hours of the morning. Authorities have not released an official cause of death, but sources within the Velastra Police Department described the scene as “personal, vindictive, and deliberate.”
Nakamura, 34, was the only son of Hideki Nakamura, founder of Nakamura Conglomerate—a powerful Japanese multinational with strong financial and real estate interests throughout Eastern Velastra. Nakamura Jr. was known for his lavish lifestyle, eccentric temperament, and rumored ties to off-the-books dealings in the city’s underbelly. Despite multiple allegations of assault and corruption, no charges ever stuck—until now, it seems, death caught up with him first.
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No arrests have been made. Police are urging witnesses or those familiar with Nakamura’s recent movements to come forward.
Eli stared at the headline on his laptop, the coffee mug trembling in his hand.
He’d been halfway through his morning ritual: fresh shirt, bitter brew, the daily attempt to feel normal. But nothing about this was normal.
His eyes couldn’t tear away from the photo: the yacht bobbing against a cold gray sea, yellow tape across its pristine white deck.
It was him.
The same man.
The same cold eyes, the same smug voice that had barked orders while Ravi watched helplessly. “Finally, the bitch is dead.” Eli could still hear it, could still see the trembling in Ravi’s hands as he rolled the corpse out of that warehouse.
Now he was the corpse.
And someone had carved a word into his head. A message.
He fumbled for his phone, heart thudding.
Ravi picked up on the second ring.
“…You saw it?” Ravi’s voice was gravel, already knowing.
“I saw it.” Eli’s voice cracked. “He’s dead.”
Silence.
Then, just above a whisper—Ravi replied,
“It’s started.”
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