Chapter 3: Convict

In the Line- up Room ,Vincent saw a line of people through a two- way window. "These men," began the officer "are suspects. One of them might be the person who killed your mother. If you recognize him, wait untill the end of the session and tell me the number he was wearing, okay?" Vincent nodded his head. Hideo walked over to an intercom. "T6287," he said, "come forward." It wasn't him.

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Half an hour and about three line- ups later, they still had no luck. Hideo was getting restless, as was Grimoire. "F1225," he said tiredly "step forward." A younger man, around thirty stepped forth wearing a grey business suit. Vincent jumped back in his seat, hearing the sound of gunfire resounding through his head. He thrusted his arm and gripped his fathers' jacket.

Grimoire recognized him as well. He was Fuzaki Aramane, Utadas' old manager. Her publishing company forced her to fire him in order to strike their offer. She found him a better job at a Production company nearby, but he still hated her for firing him.

Grimoire shifted his gaze to his son. He looked back at Fuzaki, then his son again. Vincent, trembling at the sight of the man, tightened his hold. "Vincent," said his father, stroking his hair again "don't worry. Everything's going to be alright. He can't see that you're up here..." Vincent knew that he meant well, but even his fathers' calming words couldn't settle his mind.