Rena Mizunashi leaned back on the sofa, staring gravely at the board before her.
It was covered in densely pinned photographs and notes, with chaotic timelines, tree diagrams, tables, and other materials scattered across it—enough to make anyone instinctively feel dizzy just looking at it.
Only when Rena Mizunashi looked at them, the corresponding information automatically surfaced in her mind.
The person in this photo was a politician bought off by the Organization, who had died a year ago after getting caught up in an explosion.
And this one was the long-term mistress of a codename member. Because of her outstanding looks, she was a somewhat well-known model. She was currently embroiled in financial disputes and facing threats to her personal safety, making her a promising point of entry...
Everything chaotic and complicated on this wooden board was intelligence she had painstakingly accumulated bit by bit over the past few years, using her influence within the Organization or probing indirectly during missions.
It could not compare to the intelligence gathered by more professional undercover agents backed by larger institutions, but it was still the sum of her efforts, collected at tremendous risk and at the cost of staking her life.
But now, when her younger brother might be in danger and she herself could be exposed beneath the hyena's nose at any moment...
Rena Mizunashi pressed her lips together and pulled a lighter from her pocket.
With a click, an orange-yellow flame sprang up, its scorching tongue flickering softly.
This place was filled with all kinds of film. Any open flame could cause unforeseeable consequences, but she had no choice.
She had to eliminate every hidden danger...
"If it were me, I wouldn't do that. You're too tense, Kir."
At the voice behind her, Rena Mizunashi's scalp went numb. She