Uchiha Senmon raised his hands with a vacant stare. His palms were crimson, sticky and faintly warm with Senior Akagi's blood.
I killed him with my own hands!
If he had not pressed him at every turn, perhaps this tragedy would never have happened.
Grief filled Uchiha Senmon's face, mingled with a trace of bewilderment.
"Thank you, Senior Akagi... hee... haha!"
After a long silence, Uchiha Senmon raised his head. His grief-stricken expression gradually twisted as one hand clutched the clothes over his chest and his bloodstained right hand pressed against his face. He let out crazed laughter that sounded like weeping.
"Ha, ahahahaha! Mikoto, at last, I've finally found the Two-Faced Demon!"
For the past ten years, every day and every night, the flames of vengeance had burned ceaselessly in his chest.
Whenever he thought of his wife, whose head the Two-Faced Demon had taken, denying him even one final glimpse of her face, not only Uchiha Senmon's body but even his soul burned in agony.
Now, he could finally avenge Mikoto!
His bloody right hand dragged haphazardly across his face, smearing his handsome features with markings like a berserker's war paint, making him look somewhat savage and terrifying.
A bloody glow enveloped his clear eyes, and the first black tomoe emerged.
"Parasitizing someone in the Cabinet... but who?"
But once his blood cooled a little from its thirst for revenge, Uchiha Senmon also realized the difficulties and dangers ahead.
Though he had obtained a lead, he had never imagined that the Two-Faced Demon had infiltrated the very heart of this country's power.
"You absolutely cannot trust the Metropolitan Police Department!"
Section Chief Akagi's dying warning echoed in Uchiha Senmon's mind.
Uchiha Senmon had worked tirelessly in the Fourth Investigation Division for ten years, neglecting food and sleep, because