A minute earlier.
In a corner of the building.
Vermouth casually made her way deeper into the shadows while holding her breath and concentrating, carefully listening for the footsteps following behind her.
That faint, intermittent string of footsteps had started in the underground parking lot and followed her all the way here.
Sure enough, as a "waiter" and an employee of this building, moving around inside after closing time didn't arouse that stalker's suspicion.
Vermouth relaxed slightly at how smoothly things were going. Choosing this outfit today was definitely the right call.
As she thought, she subtly loosened up her limbs, preparing to capture the killer behind her on the spot, throw him into the police's line of sight, cut off any possibility of him silencing Angel and Cool Guy, then hide her achievements and fame before quietly slipping away.
Although ruining Uzo's stage isn't exactly a wise choice... I'm leaving soon anyway. Even if Uzo holds a grudge, he can't possibly cross the ocean and come after me over something so trivial.
Heh. Just imagining that kid waiting in the parking lot until the very end, only to see one of his important actors tied up like Zongzi and dropped from the sky... I'm really looking forward to his expression.
Even a soft persimmon would splash juice all over your hand if squeezed for too long, let alone Vermouth, who had never truly been a soft persimmon.
Since she was leaving anyway, she now had a bit more of the courage of someone with nothing left to lose, and she was full of anticipation for what was about to happen.
Just as she was arranging her next move, the sharp-eared executive suddenly caught an unusual sound.
"Hm?" Vermouth raised her gaze and muttered to herself, Someone's in the stairwell?