This time, more guests had arrived than expected, making the hotel's room arrangements somewhat tight.
Hashimoto Maya and the others had originally wanted to stay near the Crew Members.
Who knew whether it was because their clothes stood out among a crowd of cosplay enthusiasts, or because some indelible organizational aura clung to them, but they had drawn the police's attention.
Before the three of them reached the front desk, a woman suddenly approached with a cigarette between her lips, her sharp gaze sweeping over them. "Who are you?"
The prop master hurriedly said, "They're temporary workers I hired to help out."
"Temporary workers?" The woman sneered, her gaze settling on the video camera in Kurosawa Kazuma's hands. "Tell me—are you reporters or Detectives? You're practically radiating an unpleasant aura."
Looking at this arrogant, rude person, Hashimoto Maya and Inozuka Saburo exchanged a glance and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of security.
Hashimoto Maya asked amiably, "And you are?"
Seeing this, the prop master secretly sighed in relief.
The prop master occasionally engaged in illegal activities himself, so he vaguely knew that Inozuka Saburo was no law-abiding citizen.
When the woman had come at them so aggressively, he had been startled and thought the two sides would start arguing. He had not expected the two outlaws he had brought in to be so mild-tempered... Only the one surnamed Kurosawa had developed a rather frightening expression.
Still, no fight breaking out was good enough.
The prop master quickly introduced her to Hashimoto Maya and the others. "This is Fuwa Narumi, a Superintendent with the Hokkaido Prefectural Police."
"A Superintendent?"
So this was the high-ranking police officer responsible for the security of this hotel after receiving the threatening letter?
Hashimoto Maya felt somewhat moved. In other words, the person before him was