I hope you rot in Hell

Tokyo's police department was extremely busy. Officers hurried from one room to another and citizens visiting the station crowded the large hallways. The weather outside was gray and cool, so people were wrapped in heavy coats, hats, and scarves to protect themselves from the cold.

Two young men sat on one of the benches near the entrance, quietly waiting and occasionally looking around the busy lobby. They were also dressed in thick jackets like the other visitors, but they were less concerned about the freezing temperatures.

The taller man placed his hand on the shorter one's trembling knee.

"We can get through this," Jiro said with a reassuring smile.

Natsuo gulped, thinking about the phone call he had made that morning to a certain crime detective, asking if they could meet as soon as possible. They had been waiting for over an hour, but Saika had promised to meet them at the entrance once her work was done.