The atmosphere inside the police station shifted from tense to chaotic in seconds. With a swift, calcuted motion, Kazuhiro pulled out his gun and aimed it at the nearest officer's head. The shot rang out loud and clear, and the officer dropped to the floor, blood pooling around him.

  “Wha—Kazuhiro, what the hell?!” another officer shouted, reaching for his weapon, but Kazuhiro was faster. Another shot, another body. The station erupted into chaos.

  Kazuhiro moved with the efficiency of a trained killer, no longer bound by any sense of loyalty to his badge. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins as he moved from one target to the next. The officers, his former colleagues, were caught off guard, unable to react in time. He dispatched them one by one, his face set in a twisted expression of calmness and fury.

  "All clear, Kazuhiro?" Satsujin's voice asked through the earpiece, almost zily, like this was all just a game to him.

  "Not yet," Kazuhiro grunted, ducking behind a desk as a bullet whizzed past his head. He popped up, taking down another officer with a clean shot between the eyes. are putting up a fight."

  Satsujin ughed on the other end. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying yourself. This was your idea, after all. You wanted to be the one to see their faces when they realized you were just like me.”

  “Shut up and let me work,” Kazuhiro snapped. He leaped over a desk, tackling an officer to the ground and smashing the butt of his gun into the man's face repeatedly until there was nothing left but a broken, bloody mess.

  Suddenly, Kazuhiro felt a sharp pain in his side. One of the officers had managed to shoot him. He turned, eyes bzing with rage, and unloaded his clip into the man’s chest. The officer crumpled to the floor, dead.

  "Goddammit," Kazuhiro hissed, clutching his bleeding side. "Almost done."

  There were only a few officers left now. They had taken cover, whispering frantically into their radios, but Kazuhiro knew it was already too te. The rest of the station was empty—Satsujin had made sure to pick a quiet time for his grand finale.

  He moved swiftly, like a shadow, fnking the remaining officers. They never saw him coming. One after another, he eliminated them, each kill cleaner than the st. Blood spattered the walls, and the air reeked of gunpowder and death.

  When the st officer fell, Kazuhiro stood in the middle of the carnage, panting heavily. The station was eerily silent now, save for the buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead and the sound of his own bored breathing.

  "All done," he said into the earpiece, his voice ragged.

  There was a pause on the other end. Then Satsujin’s voice came through, low and pleased. “Good job, old friend. Now it’s time for your part of the deal. You know what to do.”

  Kazuhiro nodded, even though no one could see him. He knew this was the end. He had known it from the moment he agreed to Satsujin’s insane pn. They were both men who had crossed every line imaginable, and there was no going back.

  He took a deep breath, raised his gun, and put the barrel to his temple. “See you in hell, Satsujin,” he muttered.

  Before he could pull the trigger, the earpiece crackled again, and Satsujin's voice cut in, sharp and mocking, “Oh, one more thing, Kazuhiro. There’s no heaven or hell for bastards like us. There’s just more darkness. Enjoy it.”

  Kazuhiro hesitated for just a second, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. And in that second, the door to the station burst open. A SWAT team, alerted by the earlier gunshots, stormed in, guns raised and ready to fire.

  “DROP YOUR WEAPON!” they shouted.

  Kazuhiro gnced at the earpiece one st time, a twisted smile on his lips. "F**k you, Satsujin."

  He fired his st bullet into his own head just as the SWAT team unloaded on him. His body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, as blood pooled beneath him.

  Epilogue: The Psychopath Lives On

  Satsujin Sha leaned back in his chair, listening to the chaos unfold through the earpiece. His grin was wide, his eyes alight with a sick satisfaction. “And so, the curtain falls on another act,” he murmured to himself.

  He stood up, overlooking a new cityscape from his high-rise apartment. “But the show… the show is far from over. There are always more pyers, more games to be pyed.”

  He turned off the earpiece, dropped it into a gss of water, and walked away, already pnning his next move. The world still didn’t know who Satsujin Sha really was, and he intended to keep it that way.I written already that's why I upload this chapter.