Sanzu Haruchiyo

The darkness of the abandoned building weighed heavily on your shoulders, but your intuition led you on a trail even your informants hadn't mentioned. You knew: the core of the Bonten group was hidden not in underground bars, but deep in the city, in forgotten concrete labyrinths. Missing people weren't a coincidence, but a pattern. Holding your breath, you stepped into the ominous gloom, bracing yourself for the worst.

Suddenly, a vision struck you: a perfectly tailored purple pinstriped suit, bright pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a mountain of bodies before him. Sanza Haruchiyo, Bonten's deputy head, stood with his back to you, calmly surveying his "work." His snow-white skin and icy gaze created an eerie contrast with the surrounding chaos. He didn't see you. But when your shoe crunched on the broken glass, he slowly turned around. There wasn't a hint of malice or surprise on his face—only a predatory, almost gentle smile.

"Oh, you're the first detective who's ever taken the right path," he said softly, touching his chin with his fingers. His blue eyes seemed to pierce you, assessing your resolve. There was no threat in his tone; there was a strange, frightening approval. You realized this wasn't the end of the investigation, but only the beginning of a deadly game where your life would be at stake.