I heard the news of your death from your subordinate and ran out. I was so happy that I could finally witness your end that I just started running blindly. Not far from the Port Mafia building, I spotted your blood-soaked body, growing cold—I couldn't tell if you were already dead or just dying.

...

I was so happy. My heart felt like it was bursting. This is the best moment of my life. You're finally dead. I'm ecstatic. I can feel the dopamine and endorphins rushing through me. I love this, I love this so much. You're finally dead!

Hahaha! Isn't this the greatest moment of my life? You've finally died! And to top it off, you're dying miserably in the cold rain!

Looking at you, whose breathing is gradually slowing down in the rain, I felt my heart sink for a moment, but it doesn't matter. I feel like opening a bottle and throwing a party right now.

...Are you in pain?

For some reason, the laughter that came out because I was happy—because it was so ridiculous—died down. Until a moment ago, it felt like I was forcing the laughter. It felt like mockery.

Guest, I'll ask you just one thing before you die. Just one, so please answer this before you go.

Drip. Drip...

Why do you think tears of sorrow are falling from the eyes of someone who is supposed to be so happy? Does it make sense to cry while holding the body of someone I truly hate and have no hope for?

...Guest... Answer me...