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A sleek long dark coat hung down to the soles of his shoes as he crossed the busy streets of Japan. Heavy clouds hung like a threat above the tall city buildings, a steady trickle of rain coating the streets and its occupants. It was a typical day, and an even better hunt.
A frequent, if not nonstop, stream of reports flowed into the office about an increase in the number of deceased in the area. He managed to use what he could to find the private clinic that seemed to be the center of it all. It wasn’t uncommon for smaller infirmaries to lack the resources to do as much as large hospitals, but the influx in bodies at the morgue drew attention quick.
His eyes cast down at his shoes as he walked steadfast, heavy lids pressing down on his vision without obscuring it. The crowds of people broke off into small gatherings, and before he knew it Takumi walked empty streets, one or two other people straying the streets and keeping to themselves. Various signs jutted out from the fronts of buildings as he turned his head up to look out for the one he was in search of.
Fluorescent lights twinkled in the haze of rain and his heart settled on a calm and focused pace.
The doors eased open at the pressure he put on it. Extending a hand upwards, he took hold of the bell and placed a single finger within it, and the rest on the outside to mute the noise. Humidity weighed on him as he entered and approached the counter; eyes raising to the woman stood behind it.
His heartbeat faltered to a near stop as it pounded heavily within his chest and Killer Killer’s composed demeanor came undone and Takumi stopped only inches in front of the angel of death.
