The spring of that year.
The Armed Detective Agency received an urgent request from the government and sent the entire agency to investigate the situation in Suribachi Street.
The Port Mafia and the authorities had urgently sealed off the entire area around Suribachi Street. But it was less a lockdown than a case of there being no survivors left within the perimeter.
This was a massive crime scene, and the largest and most horrific case the Armed Detective Agency had handled since its founding.
A tremendous explosion had occurred within a kilometer of Suribachi Street. The people living there had no bodies left behind; they had all been vaporized in the blast.
An enormous, seemingly endless crater, bringing to mind the devastating explosion in Suribachi Street a few years ago.
Now, it seemed everything was happening all over again.
“It will happen again, and keep happening, until the world loses all meaning,” Goetia said to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
“Because the narrative has collapsed.”
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“This is no longer our world. It’s someone else’s narrative.”
“Guns are easy enough to deal with, and bullets can be stopped. But how are we supposed to fight a story?”
“We can.”
“What?”
“Our own story.”
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[Blurb to be updated]
Theme: A story of love and hope
