The sun shone through the panoramic windows, flooding the huge office with its light, simple but with a sense of luxury. The red carpet under the rays of the sun shimmered the color of blood. Maury stared out the window, deep in thought, twirling the shiny scalpel in his fingers. His cold mind worked quickly and thoughtfully. From the large windows, Yokohama looked like in the palm of your hand. On Mori's palm. Even the wind outside the window did not dare to disturb the silence in the office until a cold predatory smile appeared on his face. It seems that it is time to slaughter a few sheep and implement the plan at their expense