Last seen two days ago. Left his apartment unlocked. No wallet, no phone. His mother says he was scared.
Ren flipped open the file. Masaki’s face stared back at him—slim, stylish, always with that arrogant tilt to his jaw. The same boy who used to mock the juniors during Lavender Room meetings.
Ren ICHIKAWA(Ml)
We need to find him, (said quietly) Fast.
They drove to Masaki’s apartment. The door creaked open under Ren’s hand. Inside, the place was spotless. Except for the bouquet of lavender left on the coffee table.
YUJI Nakamura(MC)
(Knelt beside it) The killer’s playing with us.
Ren’s eyes caught something tucked behind the vase: a photograph. Faded, curled at the edges. It showed five teenage boys in Minazuki uniforms. Laughing. Carefree.
And in the middle—"Souta Mihara".
Ren’s stomach dropped.
He hadn’t seen Souta’s face in years.
YUJI Nakamura(MC)
He was never part of the Lavender Room, (said confused)
Ren ICHIKAWA(Ml)
No, (Ren said slowly) But he was close. Too close.
They were running out of time. The killer wasn’t done yet.
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