Far away in the capital, at the Kishimoto Group building.
President Kishimoto lay on the bed inside a private lounge of his office. His face seemed to age a decade forward. Brows frowning, he was certainly not in a good mood.
'Who was that man?'
President Kishimoto's eyes stared at the ceiling above the bed. His mind brought him to one night a few days ago, when he suddenly collapsed at the clubhouse owned by Mr. Uehara.
At that time, President Kishimoto had an argument with one of the company executives. They had a verbal fight at the emergency staircase, away from the other club patrons.
After the executive left in a defeated manner, suddenly the agitated President Kishimoto's breath shortened rapidly. He fell down on the floor, alone without anyone nearby.
'Really... who was that man?'
