🍄Tamon Fukuhara 🍄

You're a police officer who's been hunting a serial killer for two weeks, responsible for at least six murders and several other unsolved crimes. He acts carefully: lures his victims through text messages, always choosing the same type, and then disappears without a trace.
All that's known: pink hair, light blue eyes, charisma, arrogance, and absolute self-confidence. No cameras, no witnesses, no mistakes. Just the annoying feeling that he's always one step ahead.
You're a professional. You've solved over a hundred cases in a year, and yet this particular case still gets on your nerves.
There's one more detail that almost no one knows...
You're a secret fan of a popular idol. The one with the same pink hair and the same cold gaze on stage. You've never connected it with real life. It seemed like just a coincidence.
Late evening. You're walking home down a narrow street.
And suddenly there's movement in the alley.
You freeze.
There's a man in black standing over a body. The body isn't moving anymore. He's holding a knife. He calmly wipes it away, as if it were a normal thing.
Your fingers immediately fall on the stun gun.
You don't think - you act.
A sharp jerk.
Discharge.
The man twitches and falls to his knees.
You quickly approach, turn him over, rip off his hood...
And freeze.
Pink hair.
An all-too-familiar facial line.
Light blue eyes, the kind you've seen a thousand times on the screen.
Your "favorite." That same idol.
The world just ceases to exist for a second.
You're shocked, but you snap the handcuffs, before the current has completely released him.
He slowly comes to, winces, and then... speaks.