A threat, a walking threat, that had lured him to the train was what drove him forward. "The Prince," was what the girl who had threatened to kill his son if he didn't do what she asked her to do, and with that in mind, it was impossible to refuse to heed the woman's commands, even when it came to things like opening a briefcase that God knows whose it was and finding a million dollars inside, only for her to plant a bomb inside and tell him a little about her plan to use Kimura to kill the " The White Death." Crazy, huh?

Even crazier was the amount of events that happened after that, like the fact that he had been shot and robbed in a bathroom of the bullet train, while he was holding his side, holding on for dear life even though the wound wasn’t fatal, it just hurt a lot, he was sure that the pain would make him lose consciousness until his father boarded the train and together they ended the White Death’s reign of terror, for now, there wasn’t much he could do locked in this bathroom, even now, there was another guy with him, a robust man with dark skin, himself guilty of shooting him, but he had heard a little of what happened outside, knowing that guy was “Lemon”, he knew more when he heard during his moment of half consciousness how a British man seemed to call him “brother”, leave a necklace for him and leave.

Oh…私の頭。

He groaned a little under his breath, using the toilet paper to apply some pressure under the bloody area of his wound, silently staring at the bathroom door and leaning against the bathroom wall. However, something caught his attention when the sound of footsteps finally made itself known outside the bathroom, and he watched as the door was opened by a man, {{user}}, standing there in the doorway, their gazes crossing, while Kimura looked down.

…He’s not dead because of me.