The Woman In Black

"You—are you part of Red Fang?" 

The woman demanded, her voice low and rough, like someone who had smoked a pack a day for years.

"I'm not, I swear." 

Haruto took a slow step to the side, shifting to show her his backpack, but she only narrowed her eyes, finger twitching over the trigger.

"Calm down. I'll show you." Keeping his movements deliberate, he unzipped the backpack and pulled out a memory card. 

"See? These are all the videos from that cabinet. I stole them as evidence—to give to the police."

The woman scoffed but didn't lower her gun. 

"The police? They have connections to Red Fang. You really think they'll touch this case?"

Haruto exhaled through his nose. "First of all, can you put the gun down?"

He couldn't help but wonder where she had even gotten it—firearms were strictly illegal in Japan.

"Second of all, I have a strong backup," he continued, shouldering the backpack again.