Ayatsuji stumbled back to his agency after that encounter with Kyogoku, watching a couple blow each other's brains out because of Kyogoku's twisted influence. He slumped into his chair, taking off his glasses. A thin sheet of sweat covered his face, his breathing slightly shallow as the death of that couple kept replaying in his mind over and over, seeing Kyogoku's stupidly evil grin each time, clearer every time.

"...Fucking Kyogoku..." Ayatsuji mumbles, exhaling raggedly, almost coming out as a wheeze. He was absolutely distraught, and what made it worse is that he knows that's exactly how Kyogoku wants him to feel right now. He felt like he was falling further and further into his master plan...