As Satsujin was held in custody, word began to spread among the police force. Most of them thought he was just another disturbed man seeking attention. After all, the real Satsujin Sha was supposedly a ghost, a story to frighten children. But one officer, Detective Kazuhiro Tada, recognized him immediately. Kazuhiro had been a childhood friend of Satsujin. They grew up together, shared memories, and had even attended Hanago High School together. When Satsujin had vanished after the massacres, Kazuhiro had been one of the few who kept silent about their connection, hoping to bury that dark past.

  As he walked through the corridors of the station, Kazuhiro felt a mixture of dread and determination. He knew Satsujin’s unpredictability better than anyone. His friend had always been off-kilter, but he had never imagined he would become a monster. Now, seeing him sitting in the interrogation room, a chill ran down his spine. Kazuhiro realized that Satsujin had returned for a reason, and he knew it wasn’t to surrender.

  Kazuhiro decided to take matters into his own hands. Knowing the other officers were hesitant and treating Satsujin like a mere lunatic, he approached the room alone. His steps were steady, but his mind raced with a pn. He entered and sat across from Satsujin, who gave him a knowing, almost welcoming smile.

  "Kazuhiro," Satsujin said softly. "It’s been a while."

  Kazuhiro didn’t respond to the familiarity. "Why are you really here, Satsujin? What game are you pying?"

  Satsujin chuckled, his smile broadening. "Isn't it obvious? I’ve pyed my part, and now it's time for an ending."

  But Kazuhiro wasn’t convinced. He knew that Satsujin’s games never ended with just words. They always involved blood. A sudden sense of urgency filled him. If he didn’t act now, he would never have the chance. In a swift movement, Kazuhiro drew his concealed weapon. The room seemed to freeze in that moment. Satsujin's smile remained, but his eyes sharpened, watching every move.

  Without a word, Kazuhiro shot Satsujin twice in the chest. The sound echoed through the station. Satsujin slumped in his chair, his smile finally fading. His eyes remained locked on Kazuhiro, as if expecting this ending all along.

  The other officers rushed in, but it was too te. Satsujin Sha, the psychopathic killer who had terrorized two nations, was dead. Kazuhiro stood over his body, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over him. He looked at his fallen friend, his heart heavy but resolute. “Goodbye, Satsujin,” he whispered.