· — only a monster can,
deal with another monster
"I was called here." Akuma, aka Kira, sits down on the armchair present in the VIP section of the club after walking in. He was at Club Chrysanthos, one of the top clubs in Tokyo. They have the finest alcohol, host, and hostess. The owner is rich and a well-known businessperson around Tokyo and Kyoto.
The room he entered had wallpaper in a dark shade of green. Maybe bottle green, it was something Kira couldn't comprehend. He sees finely furnished armchairs, dark green in color, and a table made of tempered glass in the middle of the room. A shelf filled with many brands of alcohol is in the farthest corner. A huge window illuminates street lights apart from the aesthetic lights in the room. A faint smell of jasmine mixed with cigarette smoke lingers in the air.
