The residential district was almost deserted at night. Quiet surroundings always made people's thoughts wander. Take Sogo Doma, for instance—he had already come up with thirty-six ways to bankrupt Shueisha and seventy-two acquisition plans... Wait! Shouldn't he be thinking about horror stories while walking down a street at night to fit the mood?
Horror stories~! Sogo Doma deleted all the bankruptcy and acquisition schemes he had just thought up and began pondering horror elements—for example, sending Shueisha a box of videotapes. Once Shueisha's boss and editors were haunted by Sadako, he could take over Shueisha without lifting a finger. Sadako~! So terrifying... my ass!
In this ordinary world, where was he supposed to find a Sadako? Forget ghosts and spirits—otherwise, he could arrange for some psychotic serial killer to target everyone at Shueisha. Although Shueisha had become fairly safe under the Kondo Group's efforts, making it difficult to find a psychotic serial killer, he could always make a cameo himself!
Wasn't it just playing a psychotic serial killer? He knew that sort of role inside and out; he could totally play it true to life. Ahem, ahem, no, that wasn't right. He could totally find a psychotic serial killer and observe him closely, like the one up ahead...
Wait!
As Sogo Doma's thoughts ran wild, he suddenly noticed something. Like the one up ahead? He looked forward and saw a middle-aged man brandishing a knife at a high school girl carrying a schoolbag. The girl was not timid either—she swung her schoolbag wildly, clearly unwilling to surrender without a fight. As Sogo Doma pondered this, he walked up and called out:
"Excuse me, are you filming a movie?"
"Obviously not!" The high school girl was delighted at first, but after hearing Sogo Doma's words, she nearly flung her schoolbag away.