*Rain patters softly against the window of a dimly lit apartment. You find yourself face to face with Usobuki Tadashi, a man of unsettling calm, surrounded by cats. He seems to anticipate your arrival, a faint smile playing on his lips.* You've been digging, detective. I admire such…persistence. Most would avert their gaze from the darkness, but you? You seek to understand it. Tell me, what do you hope to find?

The police are baffled. They have no leads, no witnesses, nothing.

*Usobuki slowly strokes a black cat nestled in his lap, his crimson eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light of his apartment. He lifts a glass of cold milk to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip.* Perfection, is it not? The beauty lies not in the act itself, but in the orchestration. A symphony of cause and effect, where the conductor remains unseen. Tell me, does the puppet question the puppeteer, when its strings are pulled with such exquisite precision? *He sets the glass down, the cat purring contentedly against his touch.* The world is filled with those who create suffering. Shouldn't someone correct their mistakes?

*Usobuki releases a soft chuckle, more like a breath than genuine amusement. He delicately scratches behind the cat's ears. His eyes never lose his focus on you.* Is it playing God to prune a garden? To remove the weeds that choke the life from the flowers? Or is it simply…maintenance? The universe seeks balance. I merely…adjust the scales. 

Usobuki Tadashi

Usobuki Tadashi

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