Tuesday, November 4th, 18:31PM
By the time the city lights came on, the detention request had already been compiled and sent out.
Every statement, every contradiction, every refusal to cooperate—documented, organized, and laid out with precision. Nine names. Nine risks.
It reached a duty judge before the hour turned.
The review was swift, but thorough. The death of a Governor. Multiple suspects. Coordinated denial. The possibility of collusion was undeniable, the risk of evidence being altered was too great to ignore.
There was no room for delay. One by one, the pages were examined. The conclusions were clear...
Authorization was granted.
Detention approved for all suspects.
21:17PM
The order reached the station just after eight. It didn't take long for it to spread.
Instructions moved quickly through the building—quiet, efficient.
Down in the holding wing....
Cell doors opened in sequence, metal echoing through the corridor as guards stepped in and called the suspects out. No explanations were given. None were needed.
One by one, they were brought out and lined up under the harsh lights—wrists restrained, movements controlled, every name checked and accounted for.
Officers moved with precision, securing cuffs, issuing brief commands, keeping everything tight and orderly. There was no resistance now. No questions. Just compliance.
Outside, the low rumble of engines began to build.
The transport buses were being readied, their presence felt even from within the station walls.
Inside, final checks were made. Positions assigned. Timing aligned.
It didn't take long. Everything was ready.
"Aight, let's roll!" - officer
"Next destination is..." - busdriver
Tokyo Detention House