After closing time, Tokyo Tower was left with only the lights on its exterior. By the light shining through the glass, Kazuki Motokami looked at the two figures standing on the table, the savagery and fury on his face entirely genuine.
"Don't make yourself sound like some kind of saint! You never deserved Nanako in the first place. You don't even have the courage to confess your crimes, coward!"
"So Nanako really did voluntarily give up her place in the elevator?" Kosuke Mizutani turned his head, looking sad and deeply confused. "Why did you lie to me?"
"If you truly didn't care about it at all, why did you investigate the information on those seven people?" Kazuki Motokami ignored his questioning entirely, merely sneering at his shock. "I should thank Sindo Sumire, who died at your hands. Without her, I never would have had the chance to uncover the truth!"
"W-What?!" Kosuke Mizutani froze, and this time, the surprise on his face was genuine.
Kazuki Motokami, completely immersed in his emotions, gave him no opening to speak and continued on his own. "I looked into several people on the list and discovered that Sindo Sumire was a painter. She happened to be holding a public exhibition at the time, so I went to ask her what had happened that day. That was when I overheard her conversation with Ryuzaki."
Sindo Sumire was a gentle female painter whose work was delicate and tender in style. But Ryuzaki Tsutomu—the victim whose dying words had been heard by an officer before his death—was a glib real estate salesman.
And so, Kazuki Motokami's previously restrained emotions were instantly provoked by the lingering fear in the man's words, his relief at having survived. He began devising a plan to take revenge on those people.
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