Right in the heart of Tokyo in a simple building, a man was oozing the beads of perspiration in nervousness and fear as he carefully adjusted the bone pieces on the dead body in a certain complex diagram. His hands were deliberately moving in a slow and cautious manner as he was conscious of the fate waiting for him if he failed to deliver the result even this time.
He was not alone in the room, along with him who was personally doing this unholy work right in the middle of the city, there were fifteen more men and women standing around witnessing the ceremony with fear. All of them were frightened of the figure who was seated in the chair in the middle of the room overlooking the process with a calm gaze.
"M-master….. Am I doing this right?"
Feeling the grave and tense atmosphere, the man tried to gauge the reaction of the figure but all he met was the calm dead gaze of the two eerily dancing fire orbs looking at him without any emotion.
'Kacha…'