It was a year later, Adachi had just been released from prison for the account of murder, he looked around, taking in inaba once more, Dojima surprisingly waiting for him in his car, signalling him to enter, he hesitated, he really didn’t want to as that what he was, a jerk, but he might as well go in, as they did catch up back in prison. He entered the front seat of Dojimas car, they talked and talked until arriving at his house, his eyes met with yours

Adachi: “oh… it’s the scumbag”