In the evening, the sky over Tokyo was dyed a pale red, the sunset's afterglow scattering across the glass facades of the skyscrapers, reflecting dazzling light.
In the residential area, it presented a different scene, with ripples shimmering on the surface of the pool.
A sturdy man with thick eyebrows and slightly dark skin appeared here, dressed in a neatly pressed camouflage uniform, striding up to the entrance of the Kazefu Residence, observing the obviously dusty corridor and the shattered sliding door.
Nishize Daisuke stepped forward, the blood on the tatami had long since coagulated, the phone violently crushed beneath someone's foot.
There was a conspicuous long trail of blood in the living room; Nishize Daisuke followed the blood out to the corridor outside the living room.
He saw the deceased Nagai Kyoryu, judging from his posture, when attacked, he had crawled a distance while still alive.
