By the time Nakajima Youko arrived at the temporary command center of the secret investigation team, she found that everyone was there.
Nakamura Tatsuyuki sat at the head of the conference table, a man in his forties who had kept himself in good shape. He had a mature Big Back Head hairstyle, an average face, but an impressive demeanor.
The others stood in a line, among them a few with bruised faces; at the moment, all of them hung their heads in shame and embarrassment, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
"Takeshita Jun has gone missing. It seems that tonight, everyone has received varying degrees of violent threats, but is that really reason enough for all of you to want to withdraw from the investigation team?" Nakamura Tatsuyuki's eyes were filled with disappointment.
