PROLOGE

The rain was pouring down heavily, drenching the narrow streets of an industrial area on the outskirts of Tokyo. The red and blue lights of a patrol car flickered in the puddles. Breathing heavily, hands gripping their pistols tightly, and sharp eyes scanning the surroundings—it was her, Oshino Aoi, the dedicated police officer who was the boss of her men. “Target enter the warehouse. Don’t act alone, wait for backup,” came the radio command.

Aoi slowly crept into the dark warehouse. Her steps were silent, her years of training as an elite member of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police gave her an edge. But there was something strange about that night. Too quiet. Too easy.

And then—

BANG!

The sound of gunfire pierced the night. She felt her chest heat... then cold.

Blood. Too much.

She fell. The world slowly darkened, and her last thought was:

“Ah... I haven’t finished my daily report yet.”

Dark.

Silence.

No feeling.

Then... the light came back on.