In the quiet hum of the Tokyo police headquarters, Mr. A stood before a room full of skeptical officers. His presence was calm, but his voice carried the weight of a story that would shake the room to its core. The years had passed, but the memories were as sharp as ever.

  “I want all of you to recall what happened in 2000,” Mr. A began, his tone serious. “It was the year of the hospital massacre.”

  A murmur spread through the room. Many of the younger officers had only heard stories about the incident, while the veterans who had been there felt the weight of that fateful day return to them.

  “There were seven attackers in total,” Mr. A continued. “Armed and dangerous, they had stormed the hospital, holding staff and patients hostage. We moved in quickly, determined to stop them. But there was one among them—a man unlike the others. A man who singlehandedly cut down an entire squad of trained officers without a shred of mercy. That man was Satsujin Sha.”

  The name alone sent a chill through the room. The memory of the massacre was a dark stain in the history of the Tokyo police, a grim reminder of what they had faced. Those who had been there remembered the blood, the screams, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness. And at the center of it all had been Satsujin Sha, a man who moved like a ghost, killing with precision and no hesitation.

  “In the chaos of the assault, he vanished,” Mr. A said, his voice growing quieter. “We couldn’t capture him then, and he’s been on the run ever since. But his methods, his style of killing—it hasn’t changed. He’s a ghost that strikes without warning and leaves no trace.”

  The room grew silent, the weight of Mr. A’s words sinking in. Many of the officers, even the most seasoned among them, couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear. They had all heard of Satsujin Sha, but this story made him real—an unstoppable force they had once faced and failed to defeat.

  “We’re not dealing with just any killer,” Mr. A continued. “We’re dealing with a man who revels in chaos, a man who sees killing as an art form. And if we don’t act soon, there will be many more bodies to bury.”

  Meanwhile, in Germany, The Ghost continued to tail Satsujin Sha. For three days, he had watched from the shadows as Satsujin moved through the city, his actions becoming bolder, his killings more frequent. Each murder was a step in his twisted pattern, and The Ghost could now see it clearly—Mr. A’s theory had been right all along.

  The murders were not random, nor were the locations. Satsujin was crafting something, a message written in blood. Every victim, every pce, and every move seemed meticulously pnned.

  But The Ghost hadn’t noticed that the roles had quietly reversed. As he followed Satsujin Sha, watching from a distance, blending into the crowds and shadows, Satsujin had become aware of him. The hunter had turned into the hunted, and The Ghost had no idea.

  The Ghost’s mission had led him to an extravagant event in the heart of Berlin. It was a ga, filled with dignitaries, politicians, and high-profile figures from across Europe. Satsujin Sha, dressed impeccably, moved among them as if he belonged. No one suspected that beneath his calm exterior y a predator, ready to strike.

  The Ghost watched from the upper balcony, scanning the room. His sharp eyes followed Satsujin as he casually interacted with the crowd. This was no ordinary killer. Satsujin was comfortable in these settings, able to charm and deceive without a second thought. But The Ghost’s attention was ser-focused. He wouldn’t allow Satsujin to slip away again.

  As the event drew to a close, The Ghost moved quietly to follow Satsujin out. But something felt off. There was a slight shift in Satsujin’s movements, a subtle change that only someone like The Ghost could detect. Satsujin knew.

  The Ghost continued to tail him, convinced that he still had the upper hand. But in the alley behind the grand event hall, Satsujin suddenly stopped. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto The Ghost with an eerie calm.

  “You’ve been following me for days,” Satsujin said, his voice soft but sharp. “But now the game is over.”

  The Ghost felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He hadn’t anticipated this. Satsujin had noticed him from the start, and now, it seemed, the game was about to end in the worst possible way.

  Satsujin walked slowly toward him, his expression unreadable. “Do you know what makes you different from all the others I’ve killed?” he asked, his voice almost casual.

  The Ghost remained silent, his hand instinctively reaching for his concealed weapon. He was ready to strike, but something held him back. The confidence he had felt earlier began to wane.

  Satsujin smiled, stepping closer. “You think you’re free, that your mind is unbreakable. But I can see through you.”

  The Ghost narrowed his eyes, trying to shake the sudden fog clouding his thoughts. But Satsujin’s words began to seep into his mind like poison.

  “I don’t need to kill you,” Satsujin continued. “Not yet. When I’m in the mood, I’ll come for you. But for now, I want you to watch.”

  And with that, Satsujin turned and disappeared into the night, leaving The Ghost standing there, frozen, his mind spinning. He had been outpyed, maniputed in ways he didn’t even fully understand.

  Three days ter, Germany was gripped with fear once again. Satsujin Sha had unleashed another wave of killings, striking down multiple victims in rapid succession. The Ghost, still reeling from their st encounter, had resumed his surveilnce, more determined than ever to stop him.

  But something had changed. Though The Ghost continued his work, there was a subtle doubt in his mind now, an unsettling thought that maybe, just maybe, Satsujin was controlling the entire game.

  At the same time, back in Tokyo, Mr. A’s frustration grew. The police were still hesitant to fully trust his insights, but he pressed on. He gathered the remaining evidence from the 2000 hospital massacre, drawing connections to the present.

  “We need to recall everything from that year,” Mr. A told the officers. “That was the st time we saw Satsujin Sha up close. We need to understand his mindset if we have any hope of stopping him now.”

  As the officers reluctantly reviewed the old case files, they couldn’t help but feel the same fear creeping back. They had faced Satsujin Sha once before, and the cost had been high. Now, he was back, more dangerous than ever, and they knew the odds of catching him were slim.

  But for Mr. A, failure was not an option. With The Ghost on the ground in Germany and the police in Tokyo working to uncover the past, the race to stop Satsujin Sha had reached its critical point. And yet, one thing remained certain—Satsujin was always one step ahead.

  As the event came to a close and the bodies piled up, The Ghost knew he had to make his move soon. But could he trust his own instincts, or had Satsujin already won? The answer y in the shadows, where the final confrontation was waiting to unfold.