A week ago, when Suga met Mocha in the hospital room.
After hiding in the closet for a few minutes, they finally emerged—Suga immediately took in as much air as possible, it had been quite stuffy in that cramped space. The sound of laughter from behind drew his attention to the man who had dragged him into the closet.
"Fuck, haha, it seems we've been found out... No, we haven't been found out yet, but Norman surely knows he's being targeted now. It's annoying ... That man will be harder to catch." Mocha walked past Suga, whose eyes widened at the sight of a long knife tucked into the back of Mocha's pants. Mocha squatted and picked something up from the floor.
"???????"
"Look, it's a piece of my mask. There's no way Norman didn't see it."
"Bastard... what to do now."
