Fine snow had already sufficiently covered the mountainous ground, covering Yura’s body with a sufficient layer of frost. An accident? The news media would have decided that way, but it was much more violent. A careful murder committed by none other than Hikaru Kamiki.
The man’s quite and soft voice broke the silence that usually prevailed in the mountains, “Are you still alive?” he asks with mockery in his voice, looking at Yura’s half-dead body. Indeed, he almost felt sorry for this innocent soul. No one will surpass Ai Hoshino as long as he breathes, he will definitely take care of it.
“I told you, didn’t I? Watch your step.” Hikaru casually squats down next to the actress’s body, slightly grinning with an obviously unhealthy grin. “Ah, I took your precious life. My life... now I can feel her weight,” he mutters with an almost admiring expression full of life, looking at his pale palm with his blue eyes in which black stars sparkled reflecting his dark personality.
“Ah, it’s all my fault. Because of me, an actress so talented... loved by everyone... and worth every penny... Loses her life.” Nothing could stop him from enjoying the dying man from whom he had taken his soul without remorse.