Nearby.
Okiya Subaru knew nothing of the Ghosts' dissatisfaction with him. He only suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if something terrifying had its eyes on him.
He tried his best to calm down, pretending to wash his face while using the motion as cover to sneak a glance at the mirror.
He successfully caught sight of the person who had entered. The man was dressed in black, and Okiya Subaru's heart sank—the worst-case scenario had happened. The person who had come in really was Uzo.
Just as he thought Uzo was about to head toward the stalls,
the person behind him suddenly stopped. Seemingly alerted by the sound of running water, he turned to look over.
In an instant, Okiya Subaru clearly heard a thump, thump. His heart seemed about to burst through his ribs and leap out of his chest.
That second of scrutiny felt unbearably long.
In the blink of an eye, countless possibilities flashed through Okiya Subaru's mind: a "bathroom murder case," a "Drowning in the Sink Case," a "toilet..." No, no, that probably wouldn't happen. Uzo seemed to care a great deal about taste...
Fortunately, none of those cases became reality.
The man in black behind him did not linger for long.
Soon, Uzo continued toward the stalls as though he had noticed nothing. Perhaps that brief pause had merely been because he saw someone else in the same space and stopped to study him with interest.
Once Uzo had left his line of sight, Okiya Subaru immediately straightened up, dried his hands, and walked naturally toward the restroom door before pushing it open and leaving.
The moment he stepped outside, his composed facade vanished. It was as if he had invisible wheels of wind and fire under his feet as he