I’m nobody, Kuroiwa finally said, his voice like sliding gravel. But you? You’re a ghost now.
You’re him, aren’t you? Sato whispered, his voice trembling as he looked at Kuroiwa. The real one. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...
Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a low, irritating hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. Across the table sat the man who had been arrested in his place—a soft-featured accountant named Sato who looked like he had never even raised his voice, let alone a blade. I’m nobody, Kuroiwa finally said, his voice like