Inozuka Saburo instinctively looked over.
With a click, his numb expression—like he was standing on the execution scaffold—was captured in the photo album.
"Not bad, though your expression is a bit too stiff." The man in black lowered his head to look at the photo. "You should smile more in your daily life. Only by loving your work can you do it well—I have high hopes for you, so work hard."
With that, he casually waved at Inozuka Saburo, then left like a tourist taking photos with everything in sight.
Inozuka Saburo stood there in a daze for a long while before suddenly shuddering violently. "..." High hopes for me?
...Just what kind of death did this guy arrange for me?!
"Other people get a last meal, while I get a last photo." Inozuka Saburo's anxiety was practically overflowing. "No, no, no, his attitude was still very friendly. In any case, one must never give up hope..."
Just then, some people passed by on the second floor, chatting. Taking advantage of the bit of foot traffic below, Inozuka Saburo observed for a moment, then darted down the stairs.
Elsewhere.
Before long, Vodka's phone buzzed. He had received another email.
"..." Vodka glanced at the sender, his face numb. "Brother, he sent me another threatening email."
Even as he spoke, he opened it automatically. No matter how much he hated Uzo, he still had to carefully read anything Uzo sent. Otherwise, if there was some survival hint hidden inside and he died because he had not read it, that guy would have an excuse to shift the blame onto him—such petty psychological tricks would never work on him!
However, when Vodka opened it this time, he froze for a moment.
Gin glanced over, realizing that this photo might differ from