Toshiro Hijikata, known as the Demon Vice-Chief, had never been an easy man to deal with—especially since he had fought and killed his way alongside Sogo all this time.
Even if those lying at his feet had all deserved to die... Toshiro Hijikata was actually a man of strong principles. He rarely lost his temper easily. Even when Sogo had set him up to stab someone, he had not accepted it right away. He had even locked himself in solitary confinement to think it over for a long, long time—a full two hours. Ahem... Fine, Toshiro Hijikata had principles, but he also possessed a little-known sense of justice. No, rather, most people hoped to believe they stood on the side of justice, didn't they?
Sogo Doma had counted on exactly that. So, while Hijikata had confined himself and hesitated over whether to turn himself in, Sogo had already investigated the man Hijikata stabbed from top to bottom.
Heroin, child abuse, human trafficking, abuse of others, even murder... Sogo Doma did not think much of it. In a city that supposedly ranked among the highest in the world for safety, tens of thousands—even six-figure numbers—of people disappeared every year. So where did those people go?
Nobody knew! No one even reported them missing, much less searched for them... This was a city devoid of human warmth. Why did people in this country crave friends so desperately? Because if you had no friends, you could disappear one day and nobody would care. Even your neighbors would not ask questions. They might even think, Did that person skip town?
Thus, even though tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand people disappeared from this city every year, nobody thought much of it. Those who vanished simply did not exist in people's eyes, let