A severed head!
Dripping with blood!
Wrapped in cling film, surrounded by charcoal, a severed head!
Even with mental preparedness, Ryosuke was still taken aback.
"Damn it!"
"Not just betrayal!"
"But murder too!"
Ryosuke muttered fiercely to himself.
Despite the cling film and bloodstains, Ryosuke could still clearly make out the outline of the head as that of a young woman.
The head of such a young woman immediately triggered the memories that Ryosuke least wanted to recall.
His breathing became slightly heavier.
But his rationality remained.
He knew why he was here.
After closing the closet door, Ryosuke continued to search for potential evidence.
However, when Ryosuke opened another closet nearby, the scene before him left him in shock.
Another severed head!
Of a young woman!
Wrapped in cling film!
Accompanied by charcoal!
Just like the one before.
"What the?!"
Ryosuke was stunned for about a second before he quickly opened the rest of the closets.
