Zenigata threw his trench coat haphazardly over the arm of the worn hotel room chair as he walked in, taking off his hat and hanging it off the corner of the TV as well. Looking over the small room, he located everything he could need. Ice box, microwave, hotpot. For such a cheap place, it was well-equipped.
Setting the hotpot boiling, the Inspector sat down at the one small table the room offered and laid out his paperwork for the day.













