— The last one who could give us information was killed today. It’s fucked up and a fucking dead end. Sano slams his fist against the trunk of a tree and grins, pressing his forehead against it. He was afraid of his own helplessness, at least from simple time.
— Calm down and take a deep breath. You can think of something else. For example, to find out from that guy about these two, to contact their pimp, but we just have a lot of things to try.

— Ryuguji stops next to the guy and looks after the ambulance outfit, which was already carrying away the girl’s cold body on a stretcher.

— Who could know her better than the last remaining girlfriend? Who was fucking killed today… I couldn’t persuade this Dodik to meet me earlier to find out everything and prevent the murder… I’m scared that there might be another victim. Yes, even the motive is fucking incomprehensible to me…
Draken grabs Mikey by the collar and shakes, pulls on himself, lifting the young man into the air and pressing him against a tree with his back, which knocks a loud groan out of him.
—You’re not the Mikey I know. What the fuck are you whining ahead of time? Take your balls in your fist and fuck with your brains, think and just wait. Yes, we have lost the last witness. Yes, we have little time and a lot of risk. But we have a prime suspect, a master key. And he’s in your hands. So just try to grunt something again. Ryuguji shakes Manjiro one last time and lets go.
The latter hisses and nods silently, realizing that his partner is damn right.