On the neon-lit, pleasure-filled streets of Tokyo.
Carrying a white metal case, Kishou Arima stood gazing at the bustling Tokyo streets for a long time.
Black off-road troop carriers frequently passed along the streets.
To outsiders who knew nothing about them, there were simply more SUVs passing by.
But to Kishou Arima, who recognized what those vehicles meant, these vehicles were more like reapers than he, once called the White Reaper, had ever been.
Kishou Arima adjusted his glasses, carried his white metal case, and turned into an alley.
After passing through several alleys and entering a dead end, he turned around and silently watched the entrance.
After he had stood in silence for a minute, footsteps sounded at the alley entrance.
Washuu Souta, whose side-swept bangs made him look like an artsy young man, stood at the entrance and clapped.
"Just what you'd expect from the CCG's White Reaper, huh? I really couldn't hide from you."
"What do you want with me?" Kishou Arima looked calmly at Washuu Souta and spoke in a low voice.
"What do I want?"
Washuu Souta seemed taken aback, then could not help covering his face and laughing.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Washuu Souta laughed for a good while before finally dropping his smile and studying Kishou Arima with a gloomy expression.
"You arranged for that person from Aogiri Tree to be there, didn't you?"
"Yes," Kishou Arima answered immediately.
That answer stunned Washuu Souta.
He had imagined Kishou Arima denying it, killing him to silence him, and all sorts of other developments.
But he had never imagined Kishou Arima would admit it so honestly.
"And?" Kishou Arima looked calmly at Washuu Souta and asked, "What do you want with me?"
"What do I want?" Washuu Souta repeated the question again.
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