Rumi Yoshizawa was riding high these days. Since her release from prison, it felt as if a great hand in the shadows was propelling her forward, making everything she did remarkably smooth. She'd found a free house in no time and come across a group of like-minded companions.
Some petty and ungrateful people had forgotten the despair of lying in bed awaiting death. They had forgotten who had saved them from such despair and set them running above ground once more. But those ungrateful wretches could be dealt with later, when there was more time.
The pressing matter was to purchase twenty-three guns. In Rumi Yoshizawa's eyes, the numbers recruited by the Dior Salvation Committee had far exceeded expectations, enough to start a movement. She was determined to carry out Lord Dio's will.
"Shinjiro, have you made contact with the person I asked you to?"
