"Th-they actually jumped?"
The passerby who had been clamoring for the people throwing things from above to jump down and atone turned deathly pale at the sight of the mangled bodies on the ground, their brains splattered everywhere.
Throwing things from a height was hardly that big a deal. A bow and an apology, or kneeling with their heads to the ground, would have settled it. Did they really have to atone with their lives?!
Oh no, does this make me guilty of inciting suicide?
At that thought, sweat broke out on the passerby's forehead. He promptly slipped into the crowd and quietly made his escape.
But the tragedy at the shopping center's thirteenth-floor window was not over. The sole remaining man in a black suit bent forward, his face filled with terror, to look at the bodies on the street, then glanced back over his shoulder.
"N-no, stay away!"
He screamed hysterically, actually pulling a handgun from his waist before turning around and firing wildly into the shopping center.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several shots rang out. Before everyone's eyes, the man in the black suit seemed to be dragged back inside by something in the blink of an eye, leaving only an utterly harrowing dying scream drifting down.
The passersby on the street exchanged looks of disbelief.
"Were those gunshots just now?"
"This looks really serious. Is it a kidnapping, or a terrorist attack?"
"I've already called the police! The Hokkaido Police said they'd be right here."
Nobody knew what horror lurked on the shopping center's thirteenth floor that could drive these people to jump heedlessly to their deaths from over twenty meters up, or even resort to firearms.
Even the slowest person realized how serious the situation was.
But watching a spectacle was human nature. Even so, large