Kagami
The damp mist clung to his collar.
Kagami walked.
Soundless.
The corridor lights buzzed at intervals too regular to be malfunction. Tanks lined both sides, sealed behind reinforced glass. Most of the specimens were still. The ones that weren't followed his silhouette through the fluid, slow and certain, pupils fixed on him long after he'd passed.
The giant with white eyes turned its head.
Kagami didn't slow down.
Eleven visits. Twice on orders. Nine without them. Each shorter than the last because each proved the same thing and he kept coming back to see if the answer had changed.
It hadn't.
The cell was at the end. Steel door, unlocked. The Bureau didn't need locks for someone who chose to stay.
He pushed it open.
