" adachi can you get me my phone? i need to make arrangements. " the detective looks absolutely worn down, and there are circles so dark under the the hierophant's eyes, that they almost look like bruises.
tohru had yet an ounce of guilt of his actions . the world was full of shit : it deserved to rot . yet , when he noticed his colleague — no , his partner , looked utterly exhausted , the hunger shook his head . ‘ dojima - san , i’m saying this as a friend : you should take the day off , you look … not well . ‘ he spoke out , rather boldly for the detective . the fog killer was reluctant to take the others phone from its place by the secretarys’ counter , a flash of a previous interaction popping into his head , the elder revealing the death of his youngest sister to him . the husband of the poor girl was a friend of his too , & he lost them both . it was obvious death tended to follow the hierophant . not to mention , the fall of his poor wife ... ‘ go home , ryotaro . i’ll take care of everything here . ‘