The handcuffs were clasped around his wrists, strong arms shoved Azuma down on his knees and as the heaviness of the situation dawned upon all those officers, they shared panicked hasty commands.
But he couldn't hear them.
Azuma was looking at the girl.
Her face was covered in the shadows of her hair, but through them, he could faintly make out her face which was barely recognizable.
It was covered in blood, and her lip was badly split.
Her fingers were twisted in odd angles, and a large ruthless wound ran down from her neck to her waist.
Some shards of a broken mirror were fallen on the ground.
And Azuma could not think straight. His mind was roughly woken up from the rapid events that happened in the past minute, but at the same time, a blanket of a heavy blanket hung around his consciousness.
"The commander gave the orders," one of the officers yelled out, "Clean this place! Officer 79! You are to kill the murderer."
