In the waiting area outside the ward, the space teemed with patients and their families, each face etched with worry. The hospital was Rinne's least liked place to visit, packed as it always was with scenes of parting and loss. Conscience and morality were constantly tested here.
Masasuke Hazuki stood next to a heating pipe, his face cleanly shaved, expressionless, and meticulously groomed. His black hair was tied back, and he was dressed in a black suit and tie, with his katana strapped to his back.
"Why at the hospital?" Rinne looked around, surrounded by promotions for medical packages, all kinds of diseases that could be cured if people were willing to pay the price.
"My girlfriend is hospitalized here," Hazuki's voice sounded devoid of emotion, as if the pressures of life had numbed him completely.
