[color=CD5555][b]NAGAKU OTOYA[/b][/color] - Southern District[hr]
Justice was an interesting choice of words. There was some truth to it but if it got him associated with blokes like… this, Otoya was not a fan. An ally of ‘correction’ might fit better? A small grunt escaped him as he was hoisted up, his hand taken for a shake before he could even catch his breath. Serial cat murders? Jesus. He’d seen some fucked up shit in the back alleys but this one was really taking the cake.

[color=CD5555]“Dunno,”[/color] he said, still coughing. [color=CD5555]“Don’t think so. Those dickheads barely had the guts to prod the little guy.”[/color]

He looked to the corpse. Its mangled limbs, its gouged eyes. Otoya could feel bile rise in his throat.

[color=CD5555]“No way they woulda been so… hands-on,”[/color] he grimaced. [color=CD5555]“Poor thing. Fuck.”[/color]

He moved to maneuver the cat back into the cardboard box, meat and destination forgotten for the moment.