Fushimi Roku didn't care either; he amused himself, exercising the privilege of judgment through violence, executing all those he deemed guilty by the principle of equal punishment for crime.
Another hour passed, until finally it was Kujo Yua's turn.
Fushimi Roku sat at the other end of the conference table, facing her. The others were either dead or maimed, the room filled with the stench of blood. The highest-ranking officer of the Police Department stared silently at the figure destined to become one of the most evil criminals in Japan's history.
"I'll give you five minutes to defend yourself."
Fushimi Roku repeated his usual introduction, as if Kujo Yua was no different from the others in his eyes.
Kujo Yua remained silent.
She was no longer panicked; there was no sweat on her body, only the soot left by the explosion. She had tidied herself earlier; her attire remained neat, back straight against the chair, hands calmly placed on the table, fingers interlocked.
