The mistake was almost comical. A witness had pointed a finger, a blurry CCTV frame had done the rest, and now the city’s most efficient "cleaner" was standing in a police station, unrecognized, while an innocent man faced the shadow of Kuroiwa’s own sins.
I’m nobody, Kuroiwa finally said, his voice like sliding gravel. But you? You’re a ghost now. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...
Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a low, irritating hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. Across the table sat the man who had been arrested in his place—a soft-featured accountant named Sato who looked like he had never even raised his voice, let alone a blade. The mistake was almost comical
If the police closed the case with Sato, the real trail would go cold, but Kuroiwa’s professional pride felt insulted by the sloppy work. But you