(Thud.)
Torimaru Naoko recalled the first person who had died by her hand and let out a silent sigh. "By the time I came to my senses, my fragile-minded ex-boyfriend was already dead in my entryway.
"Of course, I considered turning myself in to the police. But when I thought about how my life had finally gotten better, only to be dragged back into the mud because of that trash, I couldn't accept it.
"So after thinking it over for a long time, I decided to dispose of the body quietly. But I had barely dragged it outside when I ran into President Inozuka, who had happened to come looking for me."
Torimaru Naoko's expression was complicated. "When he saw me, I thought everything was over. But who knew that he... he wouldn't say anything or blame me. Instead, he helped me dispose of the body."
Hashimoto Maya: "..." So that was it. For Peripheral Members, disposing of a body was also basic, routine work—about as difficult as taking out the trash.
Disposing of a body on a whim could gain them a highly promising subordinate who would be fiercely loyal to them afterward. It was quite a worthwhile deal for them.
...But there was one problem.
If Torimaru Naoko was Uzo, why would he need someone like Inozuka Jiro to help him?
A terrible premonition suddenly rose in Hashimoto Maya's heart, and he hurriedly tried to think optimistically: Nine years was enough to transform a young person beyond recognition, and enough for an immature genius to grow to an unimaginable degree.
After this incident, Torimaru Naoko realized that methods of murder that left no traces were the best. So she began studying cases and writing scripts, then gradually came to feel that Inozuka Jiro, the man who had introduced