Coincidence, Connection, Inevitability

The basement of the building was filled with the acrid smell of burning─.

Everything that had once been down there had burned away, leaving behind only a sticky, person-shaped scorch mark fused to the floor as a clue.

Unless the city government's psyker or psychometrist came to investigate.

The only thing the RCPD contract officers from District 44—salaried workers merely struggling to survive from one day to the next—could determine from the incident at the Injustice Building was ‘the representative’s disappearance.’

But at suspicious crime scenes, the culprit or someone connected to the incident usually reappeared.

Clomp, clomp.

Sneakers with their heels crushed down, a hood pulled so deeply over his head that his face could not be seen, and a mask fitted with a filter.

A nondescript man appeared in the basement of the building with a leisurely gait.

His light clothing made him look as though he had simply come out for a walk.

He looked around and discovered the place where his fellow black magician had met his end...