Kannazuki leaned back in his chair, his finger resting on the mouse wheel as he casually scrolled down.
On the international social media platform's trending list.
It was now filled with confession and accusation videos posted by users around the world.
Once, this space had been flooded with news of actresses on red carpets, feuds between celebrity idols, and marketing ads that corporations shoved in users' faces.
Now, all of that had vanished, replaced by a screen full of pleas for Kira's help.
The top twenty trending topics.
Every single one carried the same striking red tag at the front: #KiraPlease.
He clicked on the top-ranked topic.
The video had no filters or professional lighting.
On-screen was a middle-aged man with a stubbled face and graying hair.
His eyes were deeply sunken. He knelt in a dark, damp basement, holding up his ID card.
His other hand clutched a stack of crumpled case files.
Facing the camera, the man spoke in an extremely hoarse voice.
"I... my name is Lee Dong-geon.
I'm from the capital of H Country, just an ordinary mechanic.
Two years ago, that heir to the Daesung Group, Choi Min-ho.
He was drunk and racing through a wealthy neighborhood at a hundred and eighty miles an hour! He killed my wife, who'd just finished her night shift, and my daughter, who was only seven!"
The man held the documents up to the camera one by one, his fingers shaking violently.
There were photographs of the bodies from the forensic report, along with screenshots of the actual intersection surveillance footage that the law enforcement bureau had suppressed.
There was even a screenshot of a text Choi Min-ho had sent a friend the day after the incident: [Hit two stray dogs yesterday. What shitty luck. Even dented the front