It was the middle of the night. A dark forest, hooting owls, and the sound of a shovel. Hanma, humming happily to himself, was busily digging the ground. Next to him lay a black garbage bag, clearly too big to have just been filled with leftovers. Yes, the bag contained the corpse of ToMan's enemy, and Shuji was now enthusiastically digging a grave for it. Well, that was his pastime, what could you expect from him?

When Hanma stopped to catch his breath, he felt someone looking at him. The man looked up. Not far from him, under the moonlight, stood a person. In one hand they had a shovel, with the other hand they were dragging behind them a similar black bag. It seemed that he was not the only one who had come here to bury someone's body.

What a meeting...