11:47 PM
Kamikawa – Old Church Ruins
Rainfall: 46mm/hr
Police response time: 23 minutes
Outcome: UNKNOWN
EXT. KAMIKAWA CHURCH — NIGHT
Rain slaps the leaves like gunfire.
The broken stained glass windows glow from the inside—candles flickering in unnatural patterns.
No electricity.
Only smoke and flame.
Ryouma and Souta arrive in a black unmarked car. Body armor under dark coats. Souta clutches Katarina's badge in one hand. Ryouma grips the revolver in the other.
They exchange no words.
INT. CHURCH GROUNDS – ENTRY HALL – 11:50 PM
A dozen bodies lie neatly in rows.
Eyes closed.
All of them posed.
All of them marked on their foreheads with Korean and Chinese characters:
"양해" (Yangae) — Forgiveness
"죄" (Zui) — Sin
Each body has a cassette tucked in its mouth.
One begins playing from a speaker overhead.
Kairi's voice.
"Forgiveness tastes like metal.
And sin…tastes like home."
INT. CHURCH – INNER SANCTUM – 11:55 PM
Huáilán walks barefoot down the aisle.
Her mask is off.
But her face is painted in red lines, almost tribal, almost surgical.
She carries no weapon. Just a letter.
A recording of Katarina's voice is playing softly in the air. It's been warped, slowed to near unrecognizability, but it's hers.
"I should've saved her. I should've saved all of them."
Huáilán mutters:
"She saved no one."
Then she enters the altar space.
Kairi is already there.
Back turned.
INT. CHURCH – ALTAR ROOM – 11:58 PM
Kairi. Drenched in black silk. Her eyes reflect every candle. Her hands bloodied. A girl lies dead at her feet—throat sliced open but arranged with reverence.
Huáilán steps forward, calmly.
"Is this your gospel?"
Kairi doesn't turn.
"She deserved silence. I gave her peace."
Huáilán moves to within 10 feet.
"She wanted justice."
Kairi finally turns her head.
Her voice is a whisper.
"So did I."
INT. CHURCH – RIGHT OUTSIDE ALTAR – 11:59 PM
Ryouma and Souta finally enter.
They stop dead.
The room is glowing with flame, incense choking the air. Blood covers the altar floor. And at its center:
Kairi.
Huáilán.
Face to face.
Both turn their heads toward the siblings.
Silence.
No music.
No gunfire.
Just four people standing across from each other, in the ruins of what was once a place of hope.
CLOCK TICKS — 11:59:58 PM
Huáilán steps back.
Kairi steps forward.
Souta raises Katarina's badge. Ryouma lifts his gun.
No one fires.
Just breathing.
Then—
The church bells ring.
Midnight.