Shibuya.
In a dark alley where sunlight couldn't reach, a police cordon had already been established. The SAT team officially took over the scene. Morimoto Chiyoda, leveraging her long legs, stepped directly over the police tape and entered.
Her eyes scanned the claw marks on the wall—five in total. Judging from the incisions, the claws were incredibly sharp, as if the wall had been sliced like tofu. Scattered rubble lay on the ground. About three meters up the wall, two distinct holes were visible. In the center of the alley lay a charred corpse, dismembered into several pieces, its flesh, blood, and intestines strewn across the ground. The air reeked of blood, mingled with a faint, unsettling aroma of roasted meat.
