"From the very beginning, I had a strong feeling that something was off about her. Despite whatever excuses Naomi may have, my instincts were telling me the truth! It's become clear to me now that she's a spy working for Bonten." Naoto clenched his fists tightly, his mind preoccupied with trying to understand Naomi's motives.
"And you never once suspected her?" Naoto's eyes widened in anger as Akihiko struck a nerve, voicing the exact question that had been swirling around his own confused thoughts. Akihiko was absolutely right! How could he have been so blind as to not suspect a woman who conveniently disappeared every time he called for a meeting? Why had he failed to question her constant excuses whenever there was an urgent matter that required her attention?
Naoto realized with a pang of regret that he had been completely oblivious to her deceitful game. At this point, he has already suffered defeat in this twisted game, unless Naomi is willing to rectify the situation.
"We have insufficient proof to apprehend Bonten, but there is a single avenue through which we can dismantle Haruchiyo Akashi, who is also identified as Sanzu Haruchiyo," Akihiko articulated, his gaze penetrating the depths of his boss's eyes.
They intended to venture into Sanzu's abode to detain the person who held the utmost significance to him, thus commencing his imminent demise. Akihiko acknowledged the order from his boss, nodding in agreement. The sound of a forceful knock on the office door startled both men inside the room. Wondering what could be causing the disturbance, Naoto stood up from his chair and crossed his arms, an expression of curiosity and concern on his face. The urgency to understand the current situation grew stronger for Naoto, especially after the unsettling conversation he had with Naomi on the phone.
Suddenly, the room was filled with devastating news - the General and his team had been found dead on the farthest street of Shibuya. As if that was not enough, the culprit responsible for these brutal murders had already been identified. However, a new problem emerged - despite Y/n's twisted and cunning nature, she managed to defeat the initial team sent to apprehend her. Overwhelmed with the weight of this revelation, the lady in the room released a heavy sigh and directed her gaze downwards, absentmindedly scratching her skin.
"Please provide me with evidence of Y/n Hanemiya's criminal activities. We will apprehend her immediately in the place of Haruchiyo Akashi," demanded Naoto, clutching his suitcase. Approaching an elderly woman, he snatched the portfolio containing incriminating evidence against Y/n. Expressing gratitude towards the lady, he nodded before proceeding to exit the police station with Akihiko by his side.
"I am determined to put an end to her wretched existence," murmured Naoto to Akihiko while both of them settled inside the car. Interrupted by Naoto's forceful press on the brake pedal, Akihiko flinched in surprise.
"I want our team to follow us without delay, not just simply soon!" exclaimed Naoto, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he shook his head despondently.
"I cannot afford to fail, Akihiko! I am undertaking this mission for the sake of my family and friends."
As the glow from the streetlights caressed Naoto's face, a sly grin slowly emerged on his lips. Observing this display, Akihiko reclined back in his seat and rolled his eyes in exasperation. Deep down, he knew his boss possessed astonishing levels of stupidity. Reflecting on the past, Akihiko realized that just last month, he could have easily eliminated the Bonten in an act of self-defense. Such action, if presented in court, would have been justified.
However, Naoto deliberately chose to forego this opportunity, and now he was left to suffer the repercussions of his foolishness. Amidst this chilling atmosphere, Naoto's eyes darted towards Akihiko, searching for a sign of loyalty in a man he had once considered his most trusted confidant. To his dismay, all he witnessed was an unmistakable trembling, a physical manifestation of fear. It was in this moment that Naoto slowly began extracting his firearm from the depths of his suitcase, inwardly mocking Akihiko's intelligence.
"You think I'm that dumb?" he taunted.
In a desperate attempt to protect himself, Akihiko mustered up the courage to initiate his first move. However, before he could execute his plan, Naoto swiftly fired a shot towards his knee, sending waves of searing pain through his body. Overwhelmed with anguish, Akihiko could not suppress his anguished groans and tears.
"That is the consequence you face for jeopardizing Naomi's safety," were the final words spoken by Naoto as he firmly pressed on the trigger, ending Akihiko's life. Deep down, Naoto had always harbored suspicions about Akihiko being the true betrayer within their team.
The doubt was first planted when Akihiko had approached Naoto, seeking a favor regarding Naomi, during that fateful night in Kawasaki. Engaging with a member of the Bonten clan was an incredibly ill-advised action, reflecting Akihiko's lack of caution and wisdom. It would have been wiser to carefully assess the situation before recklessly plunging into a battle unequipped with firearms and explosives.
Kakucho glanced irritably at the scene as he handed over the record tape to Koko. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at the absurdity of what was happening. Meanwhile, a wicked smile spread across Sanzu's face as he increased the intensity of the vibrator that was inserted into Naomi's most intimate area. The room they were in was sweltering hot, causing Naomi to sweat profusely from the discomfort of the situation.
Little did Naomi know that the mission Akihiko had assigned to her was actually a trap set by the notorious Bonten organization. Ran, sitting on a nearby chair, crossed his legs confidently while Rindou mischievously settled himself onto Ran's lap, a mischievous chuckle escaping from his lips. Observing Naomi's perspiration, he suggested with a hint of amusement, "Naomi, you're clearly feeling the heat. Perhaps you should consider removing your clothes."
Naomi shook her head vehemently, refusing to comply with their perverse demands. The other members of the group exchanged amused glances, their amusement evident in the soft laughter that escaped their mouths.
"One" Takeomi casually flicked his cigarette onto her exposed thighs as though they were a mere receptacle for ash, displaying a complete lack of regard for her well-being.
"Two" Sanzu wore a sinister grin as he purposefully dragged the edge of his katana along her delicate skin, causing a sharp stinging sensation that sent shivers down her spine.
"Three" Kakucho's sadistic amusement was palpable as he poured the whiskey he had been savoring onto her already agonizing wound, eliciting a loud cry of pain from her.
"Four" With a swift motion, Koko seized a gleaming golden chain from behind him and tightly wound it around Naomi's legs, further restricting her movements and instilling a sense of captivity.
"Five" The Haitani brothers erupted into cruel laughter as they callously tore away Naomi's garments, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless, dressed in nothing but her undergarments.
"Should we fuck on number six?" Sanzu suggested as he forcefully inserted his katana into her mouth, causing tears to stream from her eyes.
"Suck. My. Dick," Koko confidently asserted as he stepped forward, firmly grabbing a handful of her hair and pushing her down to her knees in front of Sanzu.
"Don't be hesitant, suck the hell outta him," Sanzu chuckled, while Koko undid his belt. Sanzu proceeded to stimulate his erection by rubbing his member vigorously. Naomi's gaze shifted towards the private region of the Haitani brothers. Ran, caught up in the intensity of the moment, recalled the person he loved deeply, gazing into Naomi's eyes.
"The fuck are you stroking for?" he uttered, breaking the trance and diverting his attention towards Rindou, who was uncontrollably drooling over Naomi's body, while also pleasuring himself. Disgusted, Ran forcefully pushed Rindou away from him, urging him to cease stimulating his own manhood.
"Please focus on your own affairs, brother," Rindou responded to Ran. Koko's patience was running thin as he forcefully directed Naomi to suck Sanzu's dick, causing muffled sounds to escape her throat, leading to laughter from the Bonten gang. They took pleasure in subjecting a woman to such torture, as it had become a regular occurrence, and the worst part is that Mikey shows no concern whatsoever.
"Hey, your mouth is too tight, or is my dick simply too large?" Sanzu forcefully pushed Koko back into his seat and pulled on Naomi's ponytail, saying, "Faster, you dumb slut." Sanzu looked up at the bulb above him and tilted his head, feeling a sense of satisfaction fill him as he admired her tightly closed mouth. He longed to thrust himself into it with a desperate intensity. At the same time, Naomi experienced a sensation of someone sucking on her neck, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure.
The person emitting heavy breaths onto her neck reeked of the distinct aroma of whiskey. Suddenly, she was startled as she felt the touch of a gun against her clitoris, the roughness of the contact sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes widened in fear and shock as she heard Takeomi propose the idea of bringing her into Sanzu's room. He suggested that they allow the second and third-ranking members of the Bonten gang to have their way with her, while they dealt with the police outside Haru's house. The other executives nodded in agreement, acknowledging the plan proposed by Takeomi.
Kakucho rose from his seat and tightly gripped Naomi's neck, causing her to gasp for air. Sanzu trailed behind them, their presence only adding to the intense atmosphere. As the trio made their way through the dimly lit room belonging to Sanzu, Naomi's mind began to wander, contemplating the unthinkable act that awaited her - engaging in sexual relations with the mysterious figure who had been haunting Shibuya and mercilessly taking lives until their insatiable desires were fulfilled.
In the midst of this eerie journey, Kakucho couldn't help but notice Sanzu sporadically striking the walls as they walked. It was evident that Kakucho's cunning plan of slipping a sleeping pill into Sanzu's drink had been a success. A wry smile crept across Kakucho's face as he muttered to himself, acknowledging the impeccable timing of the situation. Taking swift action, Kakucho swiftly shed his suit and draped it over Naomi's trembling body, offering a false sense of protection and care.
"Your foolishness has reminded me of the time I impregnated someone without her father's consent," he taunted, his words resonating in the dark corridor they traversed. Despite Kakucho's attempts to portray himself as compassionate, Naomi remained skeptical, her disbelief palpable in the way she halted her steps. It was clear that she saw through Kakucho's facade of kindness, questioning his true intentions.
"I apologize, but no, I have no intention of causing harm. It seems that Izana once told me that it is acceptable to murder people, but it is not acceptable to harm a woman. These words resurface in Naomi's mind, causing her to wonder if the guy she is with is reflecting on a random incident from his past. The thought brings forth a quiet chuckle from Naomi. However, Kakucho's reaction is far from amused. He swiftly withdraws a gun from his back and points it towards Naomi's mouth without any hesitation.
"You have angered me while I am aiding your escape from them," he declares, his voice laced with anger. "Now, we will complete your task here." Kakucho seizes Naomi's wrist and forcefully drags her into an empty room, which appears to be abandoned and in a state of disarray.
Displeased with the condition of the room, Naomi voices her complaint about the dust and mess. As Kakucho begins to remove his top, an unsettling realization dawns upon Naomi. She understands that in order to escape from this house, she may be required to have sex with him to create a scandalous audio recording. Feeling uncomfortable, Naomi turns away from Kakucho, avoiding eye contact.
Kakucho couldn't resist the temptation to touch her silky skin; initially, he felt apprehensive about even laying a finger on her, but over time, it seems that his hesitation diminished.
"Tell me, Kakucho.. what should I say?" The room fell into a profound silence the moment Naomi placed her delicate hands on top of Kakucho's, and then she proceeded to force him to insert the gun into her mouth. However, Kakucho intervened, expressing his reluctance to engage in such activities, particularly with a stranger.
"I don't partake in those actions, especially with someone I barely know," he firmly stated before gradually removing her bra. As Naomi sarcastically remarked, "Oh, I almost forgot! I need to establish my position first," Kakucho rolled his eyes, dismissing her comment, and discarded the gun in the process.
"Take a seat in that chair over there and spread your legs for me," Kakucho pointed to the nearest chair, and obediently, she complied with his command.
Kakucho activated the recording function on his mobile phone and applied significant force to the control panel of Naomi's vibrating device that was positioned within her intimate region. The excruciating agony inflicted upon Naomi caused her body to convulse, while her anguished cries remained confined to the immediate vicinity, failing to reach the neighboring rooms. Overwhelmed by the intense pain, she found herself uttering further exclamations of distress, exclaiming "oh gosh!" in a desperate attempt to express her torment.
Observing Naomi's distressed state, Kakucho advanced towards her, shackling her with a chain clenched tightly in his hand. With an authoritative tone, he challenged Naomi to communicate her frustration without explicitly expressing it. Reacting instinctively, Naomi's body recoiled in shock, but Kakucho forcefully restrained her, suppressing any attempts to defy him, and securing the chain tightly around her midsection. Despite her speech being hindered by the chains, Naomi attempted to convey her response, stuttering through the immense pain that consumed her.
Naomi playfully commented on Sanzu's dialogue, urging him to speak faster, while also expressing disbelief at his arrogance. Despite being on the verge of climax, she managed to laugh. Sensing her proximity to orgasm, Kakucho teasingly removed her underwear and gently rubbed his thumb against her throbbing clitoris.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Naomi pleaded for Sanzu to intensify their actions, continuously moaning and stuttering about erasing all the evidence flawlessly. Keeping her lines in check, she eagerly awaited more gratification. Kakucho, realizing it was their turn for enjoyment, placed his hands on her waist and facilitated her to stand up, preparing to take his position on the chair.
The temperature in the abandoned room grew increasingly warm with each passing minute, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. Sensing Naomi's discomfort, Kakucho made the decision to address her physical needs. With a playful tone, he remarked, "You're like a joke to me. Come here and sit on my lap."
Naomi's legs trembled uncontrollably, making it difficult for her to walk properly. Kakucho, determined to provide her with some relief, pulled her closer to him and effortlessly unbuckled his belt using just one hand. Being cautious, Naomi cautiously positioned herself on his thighs. Kakucho, feeling irritated, withdrew the vibrator from her already stimulated area and began to stroke his own aroused member. Meanwhile, he teased the entrance of her pussy with just the tip of his manhood.
In a plea for gentleness, Naomi whispered, "Be gentle, Kaku..." Responding to her request, Kakucho inserted his erect member slowly, causing Naomi to let out a loud scream that was far from ordinary. Overwhelmed by what he discovered, Kakucho gasped as he looked down at Naomi's intimate area, which was now bleeding incessantly. He exclaimed, "Don't tell me...No one has ever had the audacity to delve inside you before."
The gravity of the situation struck Kakucho as he realized they were engaged in consensual intercourse under the exposed glare of a spotlight, with just a solitary chair being their refuge. Naomi shook her head frantically, driven by intense nervousness and the fear that his penis would become permanently lodged inside her vagina.
"He began to realize that she possessed a significant lack of intelligence compared to the other individuals residing in the house," he muttered, adjusting the positioning of her body as her hands tightly clung onto Kakucho's neck.
"Is the pain still persisting?" Naomi confirmed with a nod, prompting Kakucho to graze his teeth against her neck, deliberately inflicting a discomfort that would momentarily distract her from the ache she had endured before.
"What is the sensation like?" Kakucho's hand movements grew increasingly rapid, intensifying the pleasure coursing through her veins.
"It's more than just pleasurable," she moaned, her eyes rolling back and her grip on his hair tightening.
"Do you think your king will approve of this?" Kakucho, fueled by curiosity, abruptly ceased his actions and discarded her as if she were a forsaken stray.
"Which king are you referring to? Are you insane?" A wicked chuckle resonated through Naomi's voice as she rose to her feet and positioned herself back onto Kakucho's lap.
"Do you see this?" A look of astonishment crossed Kakucho's face as he noticed the unmistakable deep scar from a Tenjiku's fiery metal mark on her breast. He instantly comprehended the significance behind that damning symbol.
"You cannot possibly be Izana's wife, can you?"
Is there really nobody here? What should I do if the main door is locked? Oh no, I definitely do not want to sleep on the floor! "Sanzu!" I shouted desperately, hoping my roommate would hear me. And then, to my surprise, a girl emerged from the back door of our house. She appeared to be in a state of undress, and it was clear that she had recently engaged in sexual activity.
"What on earth? Is that Sanzu's suit? No way. I must be imagining things... I distinctly remember buying that suit for him, there's no doubt in my mind. I have always been spot on with my instincts.
"Excuse me!" I called out to the woman, but my words were drowned out by the deafening sound of gunshots coming from the entrance. Suddenly, Sanzu appeared, rushing out through the main door.
"Sanzu, I'm finally home!" I shouted to him, but it seemed like he couldn't hear me. I stood there, motionless, as my own eyes witnessed the person I love the most embracing another woman right before me. My heart began to burn with anger and resentment, just like it had in the past... The thought of taking a life almost seemed enticing.
"You have arrived, gorgeous," a sultry voice whispered from behind me, causing my body to instinctively turn towards the sound.
"Take her down," Sir commanded in a commanding tone, leaving me with no control over my own movements. My body propelled forward with an accelerated speed, driven by a relentless desire to put an end to this woman who had caught the attention of the man I despised.
"You homewrecker!" my voice pierced through the air as I sprinted towards her. Sanzu attempted to shield her from my wrath, but his shock was evident as he witnessed my face contorting into a menacing, dark entity.
"I yelled at this woman, filled with anger and betrayal, as I forcefully grabbed her hair and pulled her towards Sanzu. Like a raging storm, I aggressively slammed her head against the nearest wall, leaving her utterly defenseless. With my nails digging into her skin, I couldn't help but question why Sanzu, out of all the men in Bonten, had chosen her.
The mere thought of her false image lingering in my mind ignited a burning rage within me. I refused to let Sanzu slip away from me again. This time, I was determined to rectify my mistake and reclaim what was rightfully mine. Despite her attempts to break free from my grip, she fought back with the ferocity of a wild animal, unleashing her vengeful fury upon me. Sanzu, standing before us with a smirk on his face, seemed oblivious to the intensity of our confrontation. How could he not see the gravity of the situation? It baffled me.
Filled with greediness, I declared, "Oh, so you think I'm weak, huh? Well, girl, you're mistaken." Leaving an undeniable mark on her face in the form of a deep scratch, I rose to my feet, ready to face whatever came next. I rushed towards Sanzu with overwhelming emotions, enveloping him in a tight embrace. I couldn't help but express my deep regret and apologize sincerely for all the pain and heartbreak that resulted in our separation. Although it may seem unbelievable, these are my genuine and heartfelt emotions in this moment.
Sanzu responds with laughter and reciprocates the hug by wrapping his arms around my head as well. I have truly missed this kind of intimate connection with him, and I am willing to go to great lengths to protect and stand by him amidst any malicious intentions sent forth by the embodiment of evil, Satan.
The woman standing next to us serves as a perfect depiction of a Satanist, and even though I couldn't help but display my disdain towards her with an eye-roll, my focus remained on Sanzu. To further emphasize my commitment, I delicately grasped the suit he treasured, purchased several years ago, symbolizing my dedication to him. In a defiant gesture, the woman retaliated by provocatively raising her middle finger and rolling her eyes in response.
Naomi advanced towards Sanzu and gently tapped him on the back, catching his attention. She leaned in and whispered, "Sir, would you like to be privy to a secret?" With an air of intrigue, she handed him her phone, capturing his curiosity. As he glanced at the screen, the first thing that caught my eye was an astonishing revelation - it was a video of myself. The setting surrounding me in Ella's room, and to my surprise, there was another scene where I was once again in Senju's room, both times wearing a luminous white dress.
Confused and bewildered, Sanzu returned the phone to Naomi, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed. However, she insisted that he continue watching the footage, urging him to reconsider. Reluctantly, he took the phone once again, desperately searching for answers. Suddenly, a feeling of unease overcame me as he observed myself in the video, gradually retreating as the shocking truth unfolded before my eyes - I was watching myself consuming my own daughter while clad in that very same white dress.
The sheer horror of the scene caused Sanzu to react instantaneously, his instincts compelling him to distance himself from the haunting imagery. She proceeded to reveal a collection of distressing photographs depicting my victims, many of whom were innocent children.
"Sanzu, let me explain," I pleaded, gazing up at him as tears rolled down his cheeks. Overwhelmed by emotions, he released the phone and stared downwards, remaining silent and only locking eyes with me.
"Sanzu, please," I implored, attempting to grasp his hands, but he did not reciprocate, his touch possessing an icy coldness. It was as if the life was slowly fading from him.
"What have Kali done to deserve all of this?" Sanzu questioned, shaking my head while my mind was consumed by a vortex of troubled thoughts.
'What have Kali done to deserve all of this?' Once again, my anger is surging uncontrollably within me. Unable to rein it in, I find myself tilting my head towards the left, observing the Bonten's scampering towards our vicinity. To my surprise, among them, I spot Hanma accompanying them as well.
"You killed him. My brother. Mucho."
All of them were absolutely stunned when they heard me reveal the truth to them, except for Hanma, who seemed unfazed by the revelation. Sanzu, slightly perplexed, "Your what?" Sanzu rubbed his nose, "Your what, Y/n?" and repeated his question.
Desperately, I made a feeble attempt to embrace him, but he forcefully pushed me away, as if repulsed by my presence. My heart ached witnessing Sanzu's reaction, as he shouted, "That is absolutely no justification for taking the life of our innocent daughter!" My eyes widened in shock, and I instinctively began to retreat. In the midst of this chaotic situation, I noticed Koko and Rindou trying to hold Sanzu back, but allowing them to intervene would only result in their own demise.
"Listen! Y/n, listen carefully - what has Kali done to deserve such brutal treatment from you?" My body trembled as Sanzu raised his voice towards me. Even those around us were frightened by his anger. Takeomi tried to intervene and stop him, but he silenced him by shooting him in the knee.
"Do not interrupt us, brother," he said. I begged him to let me explain first, but it was in vain. He has every justification to despise or harm me.
"My daughter, Y/n... our lovely daughter, Kali... she is just an innocent baby... What could she have possibly done to deserve this?" Overwhelmed with grief, I instinctively covered my mouth as the realization hit me. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I questioned what I had done to my own flesh and blood. Why did this happen? How did it come to this? The weight of despair crushed my soul as I grappled with the unimaginable truth.
"She was only three months old, milyy," Sanzu's comforting voice rang in my ears, providing a fleeting moment of solace amidst the anguish. After what feels like an eternity, he affectionately addressed me with the endearing term we used to share.
"Is it because you're envious of her?" I froze as I noticed Sanzu tenderly enveloping me in his arms, attempting to offer me solace and support.
"Why did this happen, Y/n?"
I apologize, Sanzu, but I am unable to provide an answer. I have lost sight of myself and the current situation. All I am certain of is that I was content with you and Kali in the past, living my life to the fullest.
I gaze skyward, observing the helicopters as they hover above, their powerful searchlights illuminating the area while the sound of sirens fills the air. Suddenly, the main gate swings open, and a group of soldiers descend, deploying a small bomb that, although not highly dangerous, still evokes a sense of caution. Sanzu rises to his feet and begins to distance himself from me. Was I merely imagining his embrace earlier?
"Y/n Hanemiya," Naomi's voice reverberates in my ears, demanding my attention, but I am unyielding in my refusal to comply with her command.
Naomi tightly grasped Kakucho's shirt within her hands, swiftly donning it, indicative of her true identity as a skilled detective. However, a burning question arose within him: what was her purpose for being present in this particular setting? With a surge of determination, she forcefully shoved aside all the Bonten members obstructing her path, deftly snatching the handcuffs that had been flung by Naoto, an unexpected turn of events.
"Hanemiya, rise to your feet," she commanded resolutely, gripping the handcuffs upon my wrists and compelling me to accompany her towards their awaiting vehicle.
As I was departing alongside the Bonten family, my own kin, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of remorse and everlasting regret for the anguish I had inflicted upon each and every one of them. Such remorse shall haunt me indefinitely, as the pain I caused will forever echo in my conscience.
Y/n gazed down at her hands, her eyes fixated on the restraints that were tightly holding her wrists in place.
As the wailing of the police car sirens reached her ears, it seemed as if all sound became muted, leaving her in an eerie silence. Overwhelmed by a sense of loss and defeat, Y/n found herself apprehended and taken into custody. Casting her gaze upwards, she observed the police officers meticulously searching the house where, not long ago, both she and Sanzu were engaged in nefarious activities. In addition to the police activity, She sensed an intense gaze piercing into the side of her head, prompting her to shift her focus and lock eyes with none other than Naoto Tachibana.
Y/n let out a weary breath, her disappointment evident as she shook her head in disbelief. Her body was roughly pulled towards the car door by the undercover police, causing her to wince in pain. With a glare, she turned her head towards the officer, shooting him a deadly expression filled with anger and frustration.
The cop, noticing her defiance, assured his colleagues, "Don't worry, we will handle her properly."
She was completely engrossed in her thoughts and failed to notice her surroundings, her mind fixated on Sanzu, the man she deeply loved. Lost in her thoughts, she softly uttered Sanzu's name, her voice barely audible as she slowly straightened up from leaning on the door. With an eagerness in her eyes, she scanned her surroundings in search of a specific person adorned with vibrant pink hair.
"Sanzu! Sanzu!" As she began to move away, a couple of seconds later, she caught sight of him, but before she could make any further distance, law enforcement officers firmly grabbed hold of her by the collar.
"Get-t get off me bitch!" Y/n let out a low, strained sound, desperately attempting to loosen the firm hold of the police officers, yet finding their grasp unyielding and unbearably constricting.
The police officers gazed at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, taken aback by her sudden motionlessness. The peculiar situation made them wary. Y/n, aware of her inquisitive gazes, sought permission to address the person she was about to meet. She turned her head towards the police officer and noticed a subtle recoil in response to her request.
The officer's reaction seemed unusual, given the nature of her inquiry – an alleged criminal expressing a desperate plea to meet someone. This heightened her already notorious reputation as a serial killer.
"Alright, I'll give you a minute." Y/n took a deep breath to calm herself while regaining her equilibrium, and then cautiously proceeded towards Sanzu, carefully placing each footstep with precision.
"Hey, Sanzu.." A sense of unease filled the atmosphere, almost palpable, as Sanzu fixed his gaze upon her.
"Throughout the course of those seven years that we shared, I am curious to know if you ever genuinely felt love towards me?" Y/n released a profound breath, tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed deeply into the eyes of Sanzu. It seemed as though she was peering into the depths of his very soul, while Sanzu, on the other hand, simply stared back at her with an empty expression.
As the frigid wind made contact with her skin, "If you had even the slightest bit of love for me, even the tiniest amount, please tell me if any of that affection was genuine." She inquired with curiosity, causing an immediate hush to fall upon the surroundings, as those present eagerly awaited her response from her significant other.
"Even just a little bit, Haru, tell me." She repeated.
"During those seven years that we were together, did you ever have any feelings of love for me?"