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eyes were wide with shock.
    “Um, Sonohara…?”
    “Oh…sorry. I was just thinking, that white gas mask is very strange…”
    “Huh? Uh, yeah. Yeah, it sure is,” Mikado remarked, glad that Anri was back to her usual smile, before he headed for home.
    Meanwhile, Anri started on the route to her apartment—but once she checked to make sure that Mikado was completely out of sight, she returned the way they had come.

    “Well, if you want to know more…shall we find a more private place to talk?”
    “The details are in the data you gave me, aren’t they? No use for idle chat.”
    “I think you’d be better off hearing me out. Don’t want you to examine the data and assume it’s just a joke.”
    “What do you mean?”
    The two men were keeping their expressions hidden, albeit in different ways.
    The large white man was utterly stone-faced.
    And the Japanese man was hiding his entire face behind a gas mask.
    Anri carefully approached the tense, uncomfortable scene. Instantly, the white man sensed her and turned around, looking down with a gentle smile.
    “Did you want something, sweet little girl?” he said in perfect Japanese, despite his obviously foreign origin. Anri tensed instinctually, sensing something dangerous from him. But running away now would defeat the purpose, so she bowed to him and then turned to the man in the gas mask.
    “Um…thank you…for the other day,” she said, then belatedly regretted it, as she didn’t even know his name. Still, she could clearly remember the day last month when she was talking with Celty, and the same man had butted in to ask,
“Are you the daughter of the Sonohara-dou?”
    Given his outfit, it would be hard to mistake him for anyone else. She bowed again, and he seemed to recognize her at last. The man in the gas mask glanced at the white man and said, “As long as it’s brief,” then turned back to her.
    “You’re the girl from the Sonohara-dou. I’m afraid I left quite a miserable impression on you back then.”
    “Um…do you know my parents?”
    “Well, I should say that yes, I do. And on an extension of that, I also know about the
sword you possess
.”
    “…!”
    Instantly, a voice ran through Anri’s right arm.
    A voice that only she could hear, going straight to her brain.
    Ooh. If it isn’t my former owner.
    That voice, which belonged to a plane distinct from physics or psychology, was not the “cursed words” that constantly ran in the background of her mind like empty Muzak, but a proper voice with its own logic and reason.
    But he only had me cut down the soul of some strange monster overseas. He didn’t let me love any humans.

    Just as Mikado Ryuugamine held a small secret—that he was the founder of the Dollars—
    Just as Masaomi Kida struggled with a big problem—as leader of the Yellow Scarves—
    Anri Sonohara had her own secret past hidden within her.
    Saika.
    A being without form in most cases.
    It lurked within Anri Sonohara’s right arm, singing accursed words into her mind.
    If she bothered to tell a doctor about this, any professional would likely agree that the reason had to be within Anri herself—but as a matter of fact, the source of the voice was completely outside of her brain and did not stem from her own mind.
    It was a being removed from rationality, neither physical nor mental in nature.
    Saika was what many considered to be a “cursed blade.” It lurked within Anri’s body and could physically manifest as a katana at her beck and call.
    Anri, in fact, was the central figure behind a series of random slashings several months ago that the papers decided to label the “Night of the Ripper.” But she was not, in fact, responsible for the attacks themselves—they were caused by offshoots that Saika had created.
    Saika wanted “children” that served as proof of its love with human beings. These children were created through a true curse, implanted into the victims of the blade with a part of Saika’s