It took nearly 20 minutes for Yuki to talk with the police. Meanwhile, Suga had been sitting there and eventually ended up drinking the coffee that was supposed to be Yuki's. When everything was finally wrapped up and Yuki approached him with an expression that seemed like a father scolding his daughter for sneaking out secretly, Suga broke the silence.
"Why? What did the police say?"
"That man almost committed suicide with cyanide he had in his pocket."
"Huh? Suicide? Isn't that a bit extreme for someone who looks like a normal office worker?"
"He's part of a human trafficking ring listed in the fugitive database. They sell snuff videos on the dark web… Suga, fuck."
Yuki's voice sounded frustrated as he scratched his head as if he wanted to pull his hair out. Clicking his tongue, Yuki glared at him.
