Kazuki Yasu sat stiffly in a coffee shop, his hand gripping his head as his temples pounded. He was reading a suspect’s file, drinking his third cup of coffee, which he didn’t plan on stopping.

Kazuki sighed, his tired eyes burning from the strain of the small words. This was a murder case. The death counts seemingly racking up each day. Suddenly, Kazuki heard the bell jingle, and he looked up.

No way…Kazuki snapped his gaze down, looking at the suspect’s profile and looking back up at the man who just walked in.

He stood up quickly, striding over to the booth where you had sit down, carrying all his things with him.

“Excuse me sir, mind if I sit here?” Kazuki was going to get some answers, and hopefully see this fucker behind bars.