A Disturbance
Cont’d from...
“I want you to work for me.”
Sano’s gaze narrowed at the proposition, already bristling with distaste. His heart pounded furiously and his mind raced; reliving the days of the Sekihōtai in milliseconds, only for it all to come to a peak...
“Not the government, not the police. Me.”
... He could still hear himself screaming, a distant, drowned out cry over the collective jeering of men while Captain Sagara’s head was mounted like a pig’s and put on display, an extent of the government’s justice.
The water in his cup started to ripple and the cup itself threatened to crack within his grasp.














