"Oh, you took care of them first."
Shiro descended from the roof of the alley building beside me. After seeing how the Jingoist was murdered with a broken remains if terminal in his hands, and pieces of it scattered everywhere, she see what I have done to the poor person.
"How is the other side?" I asked.
"The eastern area had the most violent fight yet. It seemed like the Jingos were ambushing the Qliphoth Association." Shiro playfully shrugged. "It seemed like they were meeting with a rather important figure in this Lowstreet. If my judgement is true, according to the hints and patterns that I saw, the Sloth might be highly related to this."
"That is interesting. How sure are you about the appearance of the Sloth?"
"90%, by the way, little Roger is not with you?"
"She is currently delivering a goose in a basket to the flock where it belongs, as of this current situation."
