339, want to play a game?

The double doors swung open.

Kamiyagawa found that it was set up like a hotel kitchen inside.

The lights were steady, and the space was surprisingly spacious and bright.

There were refrigerators, ovens, and cutting stations—all made from durable and hygienic stainless steel that reflected the monotonous white light.

In the center of the kitchen, there were five chairs, four of which were occupied.

The men seated were all in their twenties, like Hiramoto Kazuto, with their hands and feet bound and cloth stuffed in their mouths.

At the feet of the four sat a black water pen each.

Seeing someone enter, the bound men showed panic in their eyes, their muffled groans emerging as they struggled and writhed.

Kamiyagawa glanced over the four bound men.

He then looked at the black water pens at their feet and indifferently diverted his gaze.