Walking. Walking. Walking. The sound of leather shoes echoes in the hallway.

The moment the organization members see him, they bow their heads like trained dogs. It is impossible to tell whether that is loyalty to the boss, or an act born from the desire not to see the boss's face.

Climbing. Climbing. Climbing. He treads on each step of the stairs.

A member passing by lost their footing after seeing Sho's face. The sound of someone retching can be heard from behind. He does not look back.

The top floor. He steps onto the floor using a key taken from his pocket. His footsteps quicken. His eager feelings were reflected directly in his posture.

The second lock. He roughly turns the two keyholes one by one and opens the door.

I'm home.