"—thoughts on the newest—"
"—we have come across evidence—"
"—Port Mafia attacks have been increasing as of late. Police investigating—"
Kunikida sighs, disgusted with the day's events. There is a mindless thrumming at the back of his mind again; it has been increasing as of late. As he closes the lid of his laptop to silence the news that were live streaming on his favorite website, he begins to think more and more seriously about the pressing issue.
The damn book is a hoax, he thinks. How could it not be? There is nothing to suggest that there is anything more than stylized, printed words. Words that just happened to bear a phrase that practically encourages murder.
It is disturbingly hilarious and macabre.
Ideally, he should have thrown the notebook away—there is no way he is going to hunt down a wayward teenager and return this disgusting notebook.
In fact, he shouldn't have been thinking about the ethics of putting someone's name in the notebook—even if it is mere curiosity and rhetoric.
But here he is.
Thinking about it.
