Sapporo, Ookura Mountain Villa.
A young man, resembling a reporter, put down his camera, turned around, and walked deep into the layers of maple forest to make a phone call to a superior, "Message confirmed! The Far Moon Team has completely evacuated!"
"Can you determine the time?" a cold female voice asked.
"I need to carefully check the access records—also, the maids and guards have left too; now, this place is just an empty house."
Beep.
The call ended, and as the young man was putting his cell phone back in his pocket, his trench coat sleeve slid up, revealing a tiger head tattoo on the back of his hand.
