"But that male waiter's ankle, the bit I saw just now... it didn't look much like a man's."
Sada-kane Yoshio patrolled the parking lot every day, watching countless drivers get out of their cars. He had long developed his own unique insights into ankles and legs.
Thinking back on what he had just seen, he still felt something was off. "Was that really a man? Hmm... his face and build looked fine. Did I just see it wrong?"
After agonizing over it for a while, and seeing that the drivers on both sides were about to leave, Sada-kane Yoshio gritted his teeth and finally turned toward Suzuki Sonoko.
Sada-kane Yoshio tightened his grip on the baseball bat. "Judging by the uniform under that waiter's trench coat, he should work nearby. The monk may run, but the temple remains—there'll be another chance... Forget it. I'll kill that woman first!"
"But I can't do it in the underground parking lot. There are too many cops around here. To send more demons to Hell, I have to protect myself..."
After thinking for a moment, the security guard, familiar with the layout, glanced in the direction Suzuki Sonoko had gone. An idea struck him, and he took another route around.
Suzuki Sonoko had no idea she was being watched from behind.
After setting down her shopping bags, she pulled out her car key and put it away, then turned and headed for the restroom on the 1st Floor.
She strolled over, looked up, and froze for a moment.
A sign reading "restroom Being Cleaned" stood at the entrance—this restroom was temporarily unavailable.
"Why are they cleaning this so early?" Suzuki Sonoko frowned in dissatisfaction. "Sure, it's almost closing time for the commercial building, but couldn't they wait until it actually closes and all