Had those old memories... truly disappeared? That "past self," had that past self disappeared too? Back then, what kind of person had I wanted to become? What kind of life had I wanted to live? It seemed I had never considered those important things at all.
A few days before the Mido serial murder case.
Yan underwent grueling training, training that exceeded anyone's limits and could even exhaust someone to death. Yet Yan endured it, relying on his exceptional physical condition and unyielding willpower. Afterward, he was drenched in sweat. He took a shower and changed into clean clothes, which perfectly displayed his flawless physique.
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Files were piled high on the desk.
Yan did not want to deal with these trivial matters, but he had no choice but to start. Ginoza was both cold and nagging, truly irritating.
—Mitsuru Sasayama.
"That hostage's Crime Coefficient was already 98... He was no different from a Latent Criminal, right? Wouldn't it be better to take them both out?"
That was something Sasayama had said. Yan's memory was simply too outstanding, making it impossible for him to forget such details. Moreover, those words had been highly pointed. In other words, Sasayama had his own judgment, and it was very clear.
"How could we do something so muddleheaded!"
"You're so gentle. Just don't let that kindness become your fatal weakness." Sasayama's words and actions were rather extreme as well. After all, that was simply his personality. He did not put on any pretense before Yan, unlike how he acted around Ginoza.
Yan—the man whom Yan had replaced.
He often felt that the entire world was fake. If everything was fake, then nothing seemed to have any meaning. So why should he still struggle like an ant on a hot pan?