Part 1

'Mori-san is go—going to kill the old man...' the child trembles. I know this because he's gripping my hand. Hard.

I know that.

'Aren't you going to s—stop him?'

No. Why should I? Even if I tried, I'm the one who's going to get killed.

'B—But—it's wron—' he trips on his words, and I take the opportunity to cut him out.

There's nothing wrong with it... logically.

Mori-san quietly slits the Boss' neck. I stare unblinking at the blood showering the drapes, the bed sheets, the walls. Mori-san drops the scalpel, and he turns to me—red-splattered face, red-splattered smock, red-splattered hands. The words he says next carves into my mind that I am the sole witness to the former Boss' will—no, to Mori-san's will—that Mori-san shall be taking over as the new Boss.