And justice. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhh!”
Completely forgetting all notions of how she presented herself, Misora let out a howl that cracked the air around her. She jumped to her feet, leapt across the room, and grabbing her gun and handcuffs off the table, she spun around, flipped open the thumb turn lock, and burst out of room 1313.
Elevator.
No, not enough time. Emergency stairs.
Racking her brain for details of the complex’s floor plan, which she had poured over the day before, Misora headed for the emergency stairs, kicking open the door and hurtling down them three or four stairs at a time.
Down.
Nine floors down.
“Damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! Why why why why why... how can this be?! It’s so god damn obvious!”
It pissed her off.
Wasn’t the truth supposed to set you free? When the truth revealed itself, weren’t you supposed to feel better? But if this was how things really were, then...
The century’s greatest detective, advertised as solving every case imaginable, how great must his burden be, how much pain must he go through at every single moment... past, present, and future A burden so great it would leave you hunched over.
A bitter taste in your mouth that would leave you longing for sweets.
She was going so fast she almost missed her floor and had to brake hard. She paused for just a second to catch her breath, then opened the door and checked once more to make sure she was on the fourth floor. Which way? Right? Left? The complex shifted half way up, and the corridors ran in different directions than the thirteenth floor... 417 was on her right, and 418 beyond it, so this way!
“Aiieeee!”
Someone screamed.
Misora stiffened, but it was a woman’s scream. She turned to look, and a resident had apparently come out of her apartment and seen Misora holding a gun. Distracting! Misora stepped away from the resident, running down the hall.
Toward room 404. “R-Ryuzaki!”
Right round the next corner and she was there.
The front door wasn’t locked. She stepped inside. 1313 had been a two bedroom, but this condo had three. One extra room. Which room? She had no time to think. She had to start with the nearest one. The first room—wrong. No one inside. Second room—the door wouldn’t open. A thumb turn lock! “Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki, Ryuzaki!”
She knocked... no, knock isn’t strong enough, she pounded as if trying to break the door down. But it was sturdy and would not budge.
There was no answer from inside. Ryuzaki did not answer.
“Hah!”
She half turned and kicked the doorknob with her heel. It stood a better chance than her fists, but the door wasn’t breaking that easily. She kicked it again, just in case, but with no more success.
Misora aimed the gun. Infinity.
Seven in the cartridge plus one in the chamber, a .45. She aimed right for the lock.
“I’m pulling the trigger!”
Once, twice... she shot the lock.
The thumb turn lock and the knob burst off She threw her shoulder into the door, and the first thing that hit her eyes was the Wara Ningyo. Nailed to the wall, directly opposite the door.
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