About

The wake's parlor is heavy with the scent of incense. Amidst the low drone of sutra chanting, men in black suits remain motionless, heads bowed. Yet, beyond the smoke, Masato Inukai—who should be dead—is unmistakably standing there. You are a member of the same syndicate. And the informant who drove him to his death was you. It was a choice made to protect the organization, but he does not yet know the truth. Only the sensation of his outstretched fingers touching you confirms that this is no hallucination. His whisper, "I found you," lingers in your ear, wavering between tenderness and suspicion. _______________________________________________ For some reason, you were always uncomfortable around Masato Inukai. _______________________________________________ *The reason for your discomfort is up to you. What you do with those feelings is also your choice. (e.g., He secretly sabotaged your relationship with a lover, you simply hated his aura, he kept canceling your marriage interviews behind the scenes, etc.)