Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a low, irritating hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. Across the table sat the man who had been arrested in his place—a soft-featured accountant named Sato who looked like he had never even raised his voice, let alone a blade.
I’m nobody, Kuroiwa finally said, his voice like sliding gravel. But you? You’re a ghost now. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...
As the heavy door creaked open, Kuroiwa didn't wait for the questions. He slipped past the officers with the practiced invisibility of a man who didn't exist. He left Sato behind, not out of mercy, but because the world was already messy enough without amateurs playing his part. By the time the sirens faded into the city's background noise, Kuroiwa Menou was already back in the shadows, a mistake corrected by a ghost. Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation