Satsujin had fled the country, heading to Britain to continue his twisted spree in a new setting.

  He arrived in London, where the annual Festival of Foods was set to take pce—a vibrant event that attracted people from all over the world to celebrate cuisine and culture. Satsujin knew that this festival, with its rge crowds and international media coverage, would be the perfect stage for his next move. For days, he wandered around the city, carefully pnning his actions and seeking the right opportunity.

  One afternoon, Satsujin visited a gun shop studio nestled in a quiet corner of the city. With a deceptive smile and a forged identity, he purchased a shotgun and a sniper rifle, choosing his weapons with precision. These guns, he knew, would serve his dark intentions well. Satsujin's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he left the shop, his mind already set on the havoc he pnned to unleash.

  The night of the festival arrived. The streets were alive with the sights, sounds, and smells of various cuisines. Stalls and booths lined the walkways, offering dishes from all around the globe. Laughter and music filled the air, blending with the aroma of spices and sizzling meats. As a guise, Satsujin had volunteered to be a food judge, a position that would allow him to move around freely and interact with both chefs and visitors without raising suspicion.

  Throughout the evening, Satsujin moved from one stall to another, meticulously judging the dishes with an unsettling smile. His demeanor was charming, even pleasant, but those who looked closely could see something dark lurking behind his eyes. He made notes, commented on the fvors, and even praised some of the chefs with genuine-sounding enthusiasm. His presence as a judge became a highlight of the festival, adding an unexpected yer of excitement.

  However, his mind was not on the food or the festivities; he was calcuting every step, waiting for the perfect moment. As the festival reached its climax, with the crowd gathered around for the final announcements and awards, Satsujin saw his opportunity. Under the cover of darkness, he slipped away from the crowd, his eyes scanning for his target.