The man was bundled up from head to toe.
He wore a baggy hoodie, its hood pulled down low over his head,
completely obscuring his forehead.
He also had on a face mask and sunglasses, leaving no part of his face exposed,
not a single gap visible.
It was as if he were shrouded by a mysterious black curtain,
making it impossible for anyone to glimpse his true features.
Even his voice had been deliberately disguised,
becoming hoarse and deep,
making it impossible to discern any of his characteristics.
Seeing this main road, one of the most crowded in Chiyoda City,
descend into chaos due to the sudden incident,
people scrambled and fled in panic.
Screams and shouts mingled together,
as if it were the end of the world.
The man, however, acted as if it had nothing to do with him.
He calmly shoved his hands deep into his hoodie pockets,
then turned around as quick as the wind.
He departed with hurried steps,
leaving behind only a chilling silhouette,
