. . .
Miura Takumi felt weak. As if he was soaring above the clouds from the thought of killing so many people in a snap, the fall from having his anticipation cut took a toll on his senses. His deprived thirst for blood shook him to his cores and he had to calm himself down somehow.
"Willy... my chocolates," he muttered in a low and shaky voice.
His subordinate immediately stepped forward with a golden box of chocolate. The moment his nostrils were greeted by its pungent and sour smell, he was able to stop his hands from shaking.
"Did you call someone to fix that girl already?" he asked after a while and Willy nodded, "Yes Miura-dono. A doctor is already on his way here."
"Good. How's the situations inside that stupid mall?"
"They've just turned the lights on again. All the preparations are still in place in case Miura-dono wants to continue the show."
Miura Takumi shook his head while massaging his temples. "No. Save it for tomorrow. I've already lost my appetite."
