Amuro Tooru examined the message Jiang Xia had sent Officer Shiratori over and over, his brows gradually knitting together. That tone... it gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
It carried a dangerous, unpleasant air.
As the thought flashed through his mind, a dark silhouette suddenly flickered across Amuro Tooru's thoughts, and he shuddered. Uzo! When that bastard wrote him all those invitations to banquets that were really traps, he seemed to use similar wording all the time!
An email Jiang Xia had sent Shiratori, yet it actually used Uzo's tone of voice... What the hell was going on?!
A suspicion he had ruled out several times before, one that sent chills down his spine whenever he recalled it, surfaced in Amuro Tooru's mind once again.
Just then, a soft laugh drifted over from beside him. A low, rhythmic male voice slowly said, "Don't worry. I was only playing a little joke on you."
"?!" Amuro Tooru shot to his feet, nearly drawing his gun. Turning around, however, he saw that the source of the voice was not some black-clad, curly-haired man who had somehow crept up behind him, but the utterly ordinary television in the corner.
On the television screen stood a dark, desolate vampire castle. Under Amuro Tooru's stunned gaze, a man who appeared to be the castle's owner slowly descended the stairs, stopped before a bloodied corpse on the floor, then bent down and, from that pool of blood... pulled out a bottle of bright red tomato sauce.
The low music abruptly changed. The elegant, composed castle owner flung aside his cape and, holding up the bottle of tomato sauce, began an advertisement continuing from the previous scene.
Amuro Tooru: "..."
His eye twitched. He grabbed the remote beside him and viciously changed the channel. What