“Akutagawa?”

Akutagawa froze, recognizing the sound of your voice. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you.

He had been so careful. He never wanted you to see this side of him. The side that was a mafioso who was known for slaughtering people. You were so pure and bright, the opposite of him. Perhaps that is what drew him to you.

Now, here the two of you are, running into each other in an alley at the worst possible moment. He had just killed three people.

“Why are you here?”