Arrogant White Doves, a Death Line in the Restricted Zone!

Two figures in white trench coats walked side by side through the rain. Their footsteps splashed through the puddles. The man on the left—

Was slightly hunched.

His white hair whipped wildly in the wind and rain, leaving him looking disheveled. His right eye bulged wide, bloodshot and protruding, while his left narrowed to a slit.

Every muscle in his face twisted with excitement. He was Kureo Mado, a special-class CCG investigator and a madman whose hatred of Ghouls ran bone-deep.

In his right hand, he gripped a strange white Quinque case. Scars covered its surface, evidence of countless brutal battles.

Beside Kureo Mado stood a tall young man with a resolute face: Amon Koutarou. He wore a crisp suit beneath his white trench coat.

Both his hands rested firmly on the heavy-sword Quinque strapped to his back. Kureo Mado suddenly stopped and bent down.

His gaunt, distorted face nearly touched the muddy ground. There, in a dark corner beyond the streetlight's reach—

Was a faint trace of red, well hidden and being washed away by the rain. Ghoul blood. "Heh... heh heh heh." Kureo Mado reached out with fingers like dried grass.

He dabbed up a little blood mixed with mud and brought it to his nose.

His face twitched wildly with excitement. "Found them." "That stray dog is close." "What an intoxicating smell of blood."

He shrieked, his voice rasping like two rusted sheets of metal grinding together. Beside him, Amon Koutarou frowned. He ignored the blood on the ground and looked up warily at the buildings above.

Atop one of Ward 20's towering buildings, a massive Golden Dragon Banner snapped in the storm. A faint golden divine light radiated from it.

Even through the torrential rain, its glow remained plainly visible. "Mr. Mado, we can't go any